"Yes."
"On what ship?"
"The Ira Jones. She was lying in Westover harbour."
"You stowed away, of course."
"Yes."
"And where did the ship take you?" asked Mr. Sandal, making notes and beginning to feel that he wasn't doing so badly after all. This was quite the worst situation he had ever been in, and there was no question of catching the 5.15 now.
"The Channel Islands. St. Helier."
"Were you discovered on board?"
"No."
"You disembarked at St. Helier, undiscovered."