“They’ll not find much,” said Cammock. “We’ve got it all. But supposing a letter comes with the fleet. We shall have to sail that night probably, shan’t we? Supposing we’ve to cut and run, leaving it all in the warehouse?” “I’ve thought of that,” said Margaret, “I thought of that, too. Heigho, captain, I’m tired. This week has been an experience. I shall leave Mr. Harthop in charge ashore, with powers to deal. He’s shrewd. He’s got a funny way of getting at the point with that queer humour as a cloak. And I’ve got Howard, Cammock. Howard’s our agent.” “You’ve got the Governor, sir?” “Oh yes. That was my first move. I knew old Howard wanted specie; so I went to see him and told him my plans. He was expensive, though. He knew his worth to a penny.” “What it is to be a gentleman. If I’d gone, he’d have kicked me out. Well. Birth tells, they say.” Perrin sat up in his bunk, and looked at them through the curtains. “A servile, insolent, bribing, tipping race, the English,” he said. “An Englishman will never do anything for any one without expecting something.” “Oh, you’re awake, are you? At it again, too,” said Cammock. “How about that door, sir?” “Well, Edward, how are you? What door is this?” “Oh. Mrs. Inigo’s door,” said Perrin. “Oh yes. Yes. Mrs. Inigo came out at eight bells, and then I tried to get in. But it was locked on the inside. So I called Mr. Harthop’s three men, and the man who was scrubbing it.” “Good. Good,” said Cammock. “And I told them ‘the door was jammed.’ So they’d a jemmy there, for opening cases with, and we burst the door open. We found Stukeley inside.” “Stukeley?” said Margaret. “I half suspected that.” “He was on his knees on the deck, sponging that blue silk dress Olivia wears.” “Ha,” said Captain Cammock. “I should never have thought of that.” “Shrewd these Cornish women are.” “He was rather red in the face, but he asked us what was the matter. Then he asked me to give him a hand, as he’d got to get the dress ready for Olivia, he said. She’d spilt some chocolate down it. It was----” “Was he flustered? Hectoring?” “Afterwards. Not then. He kept saying that Olivia wished to wear the dress at breakfast.” “Did she?” “Yes. Oh yes. I don’t know, Charles. There might have been nothing wrong.” “I thought I saw something,” said Cammock. “Well,” said Margaret. “I suppose we’ll have to discharge Mrs. Inigo, and pay her passage home. Captain Cammock, what do you think of Stukeley?” “I’m like the parrot,” said Cammock, “I think a lot more’n I’ll say. Now turn in, all hands. A long lie, and pie for dinner. Captain Margaret, if you don’t turn in, you’ll find you won’t sleep. Oh. Has Mr. Stukeley been in irons?” “He’s been threatened with them. He’s been very quiet though lately. That Inigo time gave him a scare, I think.” “Well. Good night, gentlemen.” “Good night.”