Prelice soon saw what he meant. The _Kanaro_ bore straight down on to the boat. Brisson was evidently prepared to kill his mistress rather than let her fall into the hands of her enemies. A shout of dismay arose from the boat as the great bulk of the yacht swung forward. In a flash Prelice took his choice, and poised his revolver at the mad captain. There was a crack of the revolver, a cry from Brisson, and he went down like a shot, while the boat swung helplessly in the harbour, the engines working powerfully, but the wheel swinging idly. Two or three sailors seeing that Prelice had shot the skipper, came towards him with a rush. The young man did not lose time. He jumped on the taffrail, and dived straight into the silver tide. As he rose to the surface the crew flung belaying-pins and spars, and bits of coal lying on the deck, at him. One man, with a straighter aim than the others, hit Prelice with a lump of hard coal. The young man uttered a gasping cry, and flinging up his hands, went down. His last look was at the yacht, and he saw that she swung round, and was heading full speed for the entrance to the harbour. CHAPTER XXV. EXPLANATIONS. When Lord Prelice recovered his senses, he opened his eyes in a comfortable room on a comfortable bed, and saw as in a dream that Ned was seated beside him. His head felt confused and sore, but he regained sufficient command of his wits to recognise his friend. "Where am I, Ned?" he asked in a feeble voice, and put up a weak hand to his head, which was bandaged. "At Lanwin Grange," replied Shepworth quietly, thinking it best to explain reasonably, and glad to think that Prelice was sane. The knock on his head had been a nasty one. "Who pulled me out of the water?" "One of the boats that followed us picked you up when you rose for the second time. You have had a narrow escape from death, Dorry." "Mona?" asked Prelice, closing his eyes. "She is all right, but somewhat shaken after her experiences." "With that blackguard Jadby. What of him?" "Dead--shot through the heart. His body was found, and now lies at Folkstone, awaiting the inquest." "And Brisson, the man who shot him?" "Oh, Brisson did that, did he," said Shepworth. "He's got a good eye, and saved us a lot of trouble. Well, Brisson and the _Kanaro_ have gone into the wide world. I expect he's on the high seas, making for Polynesia, and won't be caught. I hope not, for after all he only saved Jadby from the hangman." "Why? What did Jadby do?" "He murdered Dolly Rover." "Ned, do you mean to say----" "I mean to say nothing just now. Try and go to sleep. Here, drink this first; you are still weak. Hang it, Dorry, you have been unconscious for twenty-four hours, and heaps has happened." "One last question, and then I'll sleep," said Prelice, who felt that he was weak from loss of blood. "Madame Marie?" "Dead. She killed herself, after confessing." "Confessing what?" "Many things. Go to sleep, Dorry, I tell you."