Just before she went to sleep her mind fixed itself again on a previous idea. This business had surely got to do with Woodrising--with the strange motor-car--and with the secret visit of Sir Marmaduke Shard. She had no proof that he went that night to Woodrising, but she was perfectly certain he had done so. The first thing, of course, was to find out if anybody had come to Woodrising. The next morning, warm, lovely--and far removed from any sort of mystery--arrived, in about five minutes. Mornings do arrive swiftly when you are thirteen and have been out sailing nearly all day before. Everything looked the same downstairs, and Pamela felt it difficult to believe she had a "double" and Bell Bay was the innocent scene of a surprising secret. She found that Christobel and Adrian were already planning a sail of some importance, and was met by a pressing invitation to go too. "Where?" asked Pam lazily. "Peterock. Addie wants his hair cut, and it can be cut at Peterock just as easily as Salterne. Besides, it’s much nearer." Christobel said this with intent, for though nearness was nothing to her and Adrian, she knew instinctively that her mother rather cherished the thought of their "keeping near home". So many people who have no experience of sailing believe that the safety is increased by keeping near land, whereas it is just as possible to drown in one fathom of water, as forty fathoms. However, Christobel threw out the bait with purpose, and Mrs. Romilly, smiling happily, said: "That would be nice, darlings. Won’t you want lunch and tea on board? Ask Jeep for all you need." Both Pam and Hughie excused themselves from this expedition. The day promised to be unusually hot and breathless, and Pamela, knowing exactly what it would be like, preferred a bathe and a book. Hughie wanted to test the new sails to his model boat. This division of forces was so often practised that Mrs. Romilly took no notice. She was sure that the two elders could manage the yawl--and for the rest, a day in which there seemed to be neither wind nor waves, was very satisfying to her mind. Pamela liked being alone--she and Hughie spent hours in the cove contented and harmless. All would be well. The morning wore on in peace, and about midday the voyagers went down, basket-laden, and very happy. "It will be thunder," prophesied Pam, who was sitting on a low rock, with her back against another, learning certain enthralling rules by heart from a certain book, "it will be quite calm and oily, and presently you’ll have a cracking storm. I feel it in my head. Glad I’m not going. Crow, do you remember the day when we couldn’t get anywhere, and we threw the slices of beef overboard and they went with us for _miles_--sort of cheek by jowl, sitting on the sea." "That was before the War," said Crow, evading the thought, "one doesn’t have slices of meat now, of anything, thank goodness. Beef and ham pies would sink."