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Sir Charles needed a moment or two after he had set down to recover his equipoise. He wiped his forehead with his handkerchief. "Luttrell told me you were both off to Rackham Park this week for Gatwick." "That's right! But I shan't get down until Friday afternoon," said Hillyard. The waiter put the glass of whisky-and-soda at his side, and he took a drink from it.
"I rubbed it into Chichester's thick head that Escobar was overmuch at Rackham Park, and in the end it percolated." Much the same account of Escobar, with this instance of Rackham Park omitted, was given to Hillyard by Commodore Graham on the Friday morning. "He is the kind of man whom men loathe and women like. He runs about London, gets a foot in here and there.
It was hardly at all the Joan he knew. Joan had courage, but to face Goodwood in the clothes she affected at Rackham Park was beyond it. From her grey silk stockings and suède shoes to the little smart blue hat which sat so prettily on her hair, she was, as Millicent Splay would have admitted, really dressed. "There is a real telegram for you," she said.
This young imp o' Satan that ye call Joe, he will side with us in a pinch?" "Aye, sir. And he knows this Ned Rackham well. There has been talk among the pirates of rising against Blackbeard to follow the fortunes of Sailing-Master Rackham. Here is the ship, as Joe says." "It has a plausible sound," said Captain Wellsby. "My intention was to wait, but I shall have to strike first."
Sailing-Master Ned Rackham was content to let the skipper con his own vessel in this great emergency. The mind of Captain Wellsby was very active and he pondered on something else than winning through the storm. He had been helpless while under the guns of the Revenge, with the two sloops in easy call. Now the situation was vastly different. He had been delivered out of Blackbeard's clutches.
"I hadn't an idea that we should find her here," said Hillyard. "Lady Splay told me so very clearly that Mrs. Croyle always timed her visits to avoid a party." Hillyard was a little troubled lest he should be thought by his friend to have concurred in a plot to bring about this meeting. "I suppose that Hardiman told her you were coming to Rackham Park.
My blood tingled when they chorused it through Charles Town," said Jack, with signs of animation and a sparkle in his eye. "Tell me truly, Joe. What about this pirate sailing-master, Ned Rackham? He seems a different sort from your other drunken wretches. He is more like one of Captain Bonnet's choosing." "Gulled you, has he?" cried Joe. "I was afeard of that.
He was left alone to handle the ship while the pirate helmsmen stood by the great tiller. To forsake it meant to let the vessel run wild and perhaps turn turtle in the swollen seas. And so the doughty skipper was, for the time, a looker-on. And now with Ned Rackham in the van, it seemed that the British sailors were in a parlous plight and that their sortie must fail.
Luttrell had written to Lady Splay to say that he would try to motor to Gatwick in time for the last races; and that he would look out for Jupp and Dennis Brown, whom he had already met earlier in the week at a dinner party given by Martin Hillyard. "There's no sign of him," Harold Jupp answered. There were two more races, but the party from Rackham Park did not wait for them.
"I only give you the facts I know. I am quite sure that Miss Whitworth can quite easily explain why she came back to Rackham Park last night. There can't be any difficulty about that!" Jenny Prask had kept every intonation of her voice under her control. There was no hint of irony or triumph. She was a respectful lady's maid, frankly answering questions about her dead mistress.
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