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Captain Andrius bowed again; again assumed his deprecating smile. He waved the two men to seats and himself took a chair with his back to the door by which he entered. "My dear sir!" he said courteously. "You forget that I am but a servant. I am under orders.
Remember! he must know very well that if we once land anywhere within reach of a telegraph office, we can wire particulars about him to every port in the world if we like and he's got to go somewhere, eventually, you know." Vickers shook his head as if this were a problem he would give up. It was beyond him, he said, to even guess at what Andrius was after, or what was going to happen.
There was grime and oil on that face, and the neck which supported the unkempt head rose out of a rough jersey, but Copplestone recognized his man smartly enough. In spite of the attempt to look like a tug deck-hand there was no mistaking the skipper of the Pike. "Good heavens!" he muttered, as he stared across the crowded quay. "Andrius!" "Right you are, guv'nor," whispered Spurge.
"That, my dear sir, you will see when you land." replied Andrius. "You will, at any rate, be quite comfortable for the night, and in the morning, I think, you will be able to journey wherever you wish to go to." There was something in the smile which accompanied the last words which made Copplestone uneasy. But the prospect of regaining their liberty was too good he kept his own counsel.
He took from a drawer a great double-barreled horse pistol, put it under his coat, and the four, quietly leaving the house, went toward that of Hendrik Martinus. There was no light except that of the moon and, in the distance, they saw a watchman carrying a lantern and thumping upon the stones with a stout staff. "It iss Andrius Tefft," said Mynheer Jacobus.
Greyle get any message from the yacht about her daughter Andrius said he'd sent one, anyway." "A lie!" replied Gilling. "She got no message. The only consolation she had was that you and Copplestone were with Miss Greyle. Well, first thing next morning Swallow and Mrs. Greyle set every possible means to work.
"My impression for I know what you're thinking about," said Vickers, "is that Miss Greyle's as safe as if she were in her mother's house! She's no fear, herself, anyway. There's some mystery, somewhere, and I can't make this Andrius man out at all, but I believe all's right as regards personal safety.
"I should indeed, like to know especially if Miss Chatfield proposes to tell us something about her father." Mr. Petherton, who frowned very much and appeared to be greatly disturbed by these irregularities, twisted sharply round on the visitor. "Where is your father?" he demanded. "Where you can't find him!" retorted Addie, with a flash of the eye that lit up her whole face. "So's Andrius.
He showed a set of fine white teeth in such a curious fashion as he spoke the last word that Copplestone and Vickers instinctively glanced at each other, with a mutual instinct of distrust. "Won't do!" said Vickers. "I insist that you put about and go into Scarhaven again." Andrius spread out his open palms and shook his head "Impossible!" he answered. "We are already en voyage. Time presses.
And nothing did happen until, as the three prisoners sat at dinner with their polite gaoler, the Pike came to a sudden stop and hung gently on a quiet sea. Andrius looked up and smiled. "A pleasant night for your landing," he remarked. "Don't hurry but there will be a boat ready for you as soon as dinner is over." "And where are we?" asked Vickers.
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