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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Funny to think of him hunting for me high and low while I am sitting here," said the skipper. Miss Pilbeam agreed with him, and began to laugh to laugh so heartily that he was fain at last to draw his chair close to hers and pat her somewhat anxiously on the back. The treatment sobered her at once, and she drew apart and eyed him coldly.
Miss Pilbeam kept her doubts to herself and sat in a brown study, wondering how the capture was to be effected. She had a strong presentiment that the appearance of her father at the front door would be the signal for her visitor's departure at the back. For a time there was an awkward silence. "Lucky thing for me I upset that policeman," said the skipper, at last. "Why?" inquired the girl.
At least, my daughter did. So long; Darkie." He kissed the top of a fat middle finger, and, turning away, walked off with Miss Pilbeam. The skipper stood watching them with his head swimming until, arrived at the corner, they stopped and the sergeant came slowly back. "I was nearly forgetting," he said, slowly.
Fortunately for Captain Bligh, there were but few people about, and the only person who saw him trip Police-Sergeant Pilbeam was an elderly man with a wooden leg, who joined the indignant officer in the pursuit. The captain had youth on his side, and, diving into the narrow alley-ways that constitute the older portion of Wood-hatch, he moderated his pace and listened acutely.
I meant to get to the bottom of this. I couldn't have a really first-class valet like Voules going about the place shooting himself up. Evidently the girl Pilbeam was at the bottom of the thing. I questioned her. She sobbed. I questioned her more. I was firm. And eventually she yielded up the facts. Voules had seen George kiss her the night before; that was the trouble.
"They're down here," cried the voice of Miss Pilbeam, and the skipper, hardly able to believe in his good fortune, heard the sergeant go downstairs again. At the expiration of another week by his own reckoning he heard the light, hurried footsteps of Miss Pilbeam come up the stairs and pause at the door. "H'st!" he said, recklessly. "I'm coming," said the girl. "Don't be impatient."
"Not for my sake?" inquired Miss Pilbeam, eying him mournfully. "Not after all I've done for you?" "No," said the other, stoutly. Miss Pilbeam put her handkerchief to her eyes and, with a suspicious little sniff, hurried from the room. Captain Bligh, much affected, waited for a few seconds and then went in pursuit of her.
With a lifelong knowledge of the requirements of the Force, she drew a jug of beer and placed it by his side while she set the table. "Ah! I wanted that," said the sergeant. "I've been running." Miss Pilbeam raised her eyebrows. "After some sailor-looking chap that capsized me when I wasn't prepared for it," said her father, putting down his glass.
Among those present were myself, my man Voules, a Mrs. Vanderley, her daughter Stella, Mrs. Vanderley's maid Pilbeam and George. George was a dear old pal of mine. In fact, it was I who had worked him into the party.
"Don't look so frightened; he hasn't got me yet." "No," said the girl, slowly. "Not yet." She gazed at him with such a world of longing in her eyes that the skipper, despite a somewhat large share of self-esteem, was almost startled. "And he shan't have me," he said, returning her gaze with interest. Miss Pilbeam stood in silent thought.
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