'Captain Goring in Antwerp!' exclaimed the latter. 'How the devil has he discovered that we are here, for that circumstance alone can have brought him at a season when no one travels, and I have sedulously kept my name out of the London papers.' 'It is the greatest lark out!' said Gaskins, bursting for the third time into an explosion of laughter. 'What _is_ the greatest lark--what do you mean, Gaskins?' asked the peer, with some asperity, while staring at his dependent. 'You remember the arrest of one of these Belgian rigger fellows, who were repairing the yacht, as a Liberal communist, or something of that kind, my lord?' 'Perfectly well.' 'He threw into a locker of the cabin some printed revolutionary manifestoes, which were found yesterday by Captain Llanyard, who meant to destroy them, so as to have no bother about the matter; but I slipped them into the railway rugs of that ere Captain Goring, gave the straight tip to a _jangdarum_, and I have no doubt that before night he will be arrested.' Cadbury actually joined in the explosion of merriment with which his valet concluded this revelation of rascality. 'Egad, you are a genius, Gaskins,' said he; 'but did Llanyard see you do this?' 'No, my lord.' 'Or anyone else?' 'No, I took jolly good care of that.' 'On this charge he will be kept close till we can clear out of Antwerp by sea if the yacht is ready in time, or to Brussels, if only Sir Ranald would get well. But you spoke to a gendarme, you say.' 'Yes, my lord.' 'Your evidence will be wanted--perhaps you did not think of that?' Gaskins' nether jaw dropped at this suggestion. 'These Belgian and French police are the devils to have anything to do with!' said his master; 'and _my_ name must not be mixed up with this affair.' 'Of course not, my lord,' said Gaskins, with a cough. 'Put off your livery at once, change your clothes, and take an early train to Brussels. Keep out of the way till I send for you--and write to me your whereabouts.' And, highly tickled by the whole affair, he gave a handful of money to Gaskins for his expenses. 'Thank you, my lord, I am off like a bird,' said that worthy, and he departed singing the music hall ditty, 'Love is like a cup of tea.' 'By Jove! Captain Goring won't find it so!-- "Lovely woman is the sugar; Spoons we poor men often be--" '_La-la-de-da!_ Miss Cheyne,' and, chuckling over the mischief he thought he had put in motion, Mr. Gaskins took his departure from the Hôtel St. Antoine in a cab for the station of _Chemin de fer de l'Etat_, near the Zoological Gardens. Cadbury's jealousy was roused again; he was most thoroughly enraged by the idea of Goring being at Antwerp when he was beginning to think he had Alison almost as much to himself as she had been when in the yacht; and yet he did not see much of her, as she was so constantly in attendance upon the sick-bed of her father.