Meanwhile Pamela sat down on the edge of the cliff and watched them with apparent interest. By that time the light was beginning to turn into shadow. "I suppose it couldn’t be anyone else!" ventured Christobel, twisting round in the stern seat to look up at the motionless watcher. "Anyone else! My good girl, ask your own senses! Look at her hair! Look at everything! Besides, where is Pamela? Didn’t we see her go up to that very place?" "Addie, don’t you think I’d better go back, and up to her and see if anything is wrong?" "How could there be anything wrong? She looks perfectly healthy--there, she’s going away. Well, of all the blazing bits of cheek----" It was true. Pamela got up, stood clear against a bit of bare ground so that they saw her figure distinctly; then she turned and walked away, disappearing on the instant from view. Adrian gave a snort--it was nothing less--and boarded the yawl in silence. The voyage home from the creek and the finish up took perhaps half an hour. Adrian left nothing to chance that night: he locked the companion door, he fastened the fore-hatch. "You’ll have to put up with stinks, Crow," he said bitterly, being most horribly cross; "with the whole of Bell Bay one seething mass of lunatics one has to take precautions." Crow said nothing. She saw it must be so, also she was very much puzzled; there was the handkerchief of course, in addition, from her point of view; Addie knew nothing about that. However, amazements were not yet a thing of the past. When they two got in supper was just beginning--everybody was collected round a cosy, well-filled table, everybody, and--Pamela, who was cutting bread. She looked hot and rather tired. "We’re just about equal," she said. "I was so sorry to be late." "_Late_!" came from the two elders in voices of amazed indignation. "You were just off. I never saw anything so lovely as _Messenger_, just leaning over, and spinning along, with the dinghy streaming behind. It was no good then, of course, so I just went back through the gorse ridge and came down the usual way." "Do you mean to say we were sailing when you first saw us, Pam?" said Christobel, in a shocked voice. "Sailing, yes--streaking along awfully fast. Have some bread, Addie?" "But, my dear girl, we were on the shore when we first saw you," persisted Christobel. "We called and shouted till we were afraid of attracting public attention and being had up for nuisances." "Did you see Pam then, dear?" asked Mrs. Romilly. "_See_ her, of course, Mummy, but she wouldn’t answer. We called--we waved--we were on shore waiting by the dinghy, wondering why on earth she was so late. Then we saw her come to the cliff edge and look down at us. Addie made an awful noise, but she never answered. She just seemed to be staring straight at us. At last we couldn’t wait any longer and we put off to the yawl. She watched us reach the yawl and then she turned away and went off. That’s what _we_ saw."