“Except that the man was wandering about the country-side, gathering wild flowers, in his stockinged soles,” I pointed out.
“Still, it was almost dark, and he chanced that,” said Garnesk.
“What I don’t understand about it is this,” the General joined in: “Where did he come from to gather this heather? A man must know that if he is seen to come ashore and pick heather and get into his boat again he is doing a very curious thing. That boat can only have come from Knoydart or Skye at the farthest, and everybody knows you wouldn’t take heather there.”
“Yes, I’m afraid you’re right, General,” Garnesk admitted, with a sigh of regret, and I was compelled to agree with him.
“I know where he came from, then.”
It was said so quietly that it startled us all, though it was Myra who spoke.
“Where, then?” we all asked together.
“He must have come from a yacht.”