"P.S. _Important_. Don't forget to employ Gell in that case of the girl who killed her baby. Alick's her man. _Mind you, though--he must compel her to tell him everything._" CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ALICK GELL For ten days Alick Gell had been searching for Bessie Collister. When he first read her letter on reaching Derby Haven (he read it a hundred times afterwards) he remembered something his father had said in taunting him--"You'll not be the first by a long way!" Then he recalled the case of the Peel fisherman and a black thought came hurtling down on him. At the next moment he hated himself for it. "What devil out of hell made me think of that?" he asked himself. But why had Bessie run away from him? The only explanation he could find was the one Stowell had given on the steamboat--women had illnesses which men knew nothing about, and in the throes of their mania they sometimes hid themselves, like sick animals, from their friends--most of all from those they loved. Were not the newspapers full of such cases? "That's it! That's it! My poor girl!" Having arrived at this explanation of Bessie's flight, he had no compunction about going in search of her. Her malady might be only temporary, but, while it lasted, Heaven alone knew what dangers she might expose herself to. At first it occurred to him to call in the assistance of the police. But no, that would lead to publicity, and publicity to misunderstanding. Bessie would get better; he must keep her name clear of scandal. His voice shook and his lip trembled as he told the Misses Brown to say nothing to anybody. His warning was unnecessary. The terrified old maids, who had at length begun to scent the truth, had decided to keep their own counsel. Within half an hour Alick was on the road. He had no doubt of overtaking Bessie--she was only half an hour gone. But which way would she go? It was easier to say which way she would not go. She would not go to the north of the island where she would be known to nearly everybody. Above all, she would not go home--the home of Dan Baldromma. All that day he wandered through Castletown--every street and alley. At nightfall he was back at Derby Haven. Had Bessie returned? No! Had anything been heard of her? Nothing! Next day he set out on a wider journey--all the towns and villages of the south, Port St. Mary, Port Erin, Fleswick, Ballasalla, Colby, Ballabeg and Cregneash. He walked from daylight to dark, and asked no questions, but at every open door he paused and listened. When he saw a farm-house that stood back from the high road he made excuse to go up to it--a drink of milk or water.