The comfort and laziness made her drowsy, I expect. I know they did me. I caught myself nodding more and more.
Suddenly there was a jerk, effectually rousing me from my nodding condition. I thought we had struck something. The next instant I rolled on my back. A rope was round my arms and legs. The skipper was still at the helm, and he smiled as one of the hands tied me up. The other hand was doing the same to Mrs. Selborne.
There was fear in her face; she tried to speak, but could not.
"What the devil is--"
"A shut mouth, mister, is your best plan," said the skipper. "Get her down below, Jim. Chuck her on one of the bunks; she"ll be out of the way there."
"Help me! Save me!" she said as they lifted her up and carried her down.
"Now see here," said the skipper, slipping a hand into his pocket and showing me a revolver, "if you feel inclined to do any shouting, you suppress it, or this is going to drill a hole in your head. It"s a detail that you might shout yourself hoa.r.s.e and no one would pay any attention."
"What"s the game?" I said. "For the sake of the lady I might come to terms."
"That"s not the game, anyway, and I don"t want any conversation."
Quarles! I thought of him now. The hotel gang was at work, and this was one of the moves. How it was going to serve their ends I did not see, unless--unless I was presently dropped overboard.
It was an unpleasant contemplation, and I am afraid I cursed Quarles. If he had only told me a little more I might at least have been prepared and made a fight for it. What about Mrs. Selborne? Would they drown her, too?
They might put her ash.o.r.e somewhere.
The coast about Dungeness is desolate enough. It would be easy to slip in after dark and leave her. Not a sound came from the cabin, and the two hands returned to the deck. By the skipper"s orders they lashed me in a sitting position to a skylight.
We were still standing out to sea, and one of the hands took the tiller; the other received instructions to kick the wind out of me if I shouted or began asking questions. Then the skipper went below.
I listened, but I could not hear him speak to Mrs. Selborne.
It was fine sunset that evening. When we presently came round and stood in towards sh.o.r.e I got a feast of color over Romney Marsh. Watching the ever-changing colors as the night crept out of the sea, I remembered that Quarles was interested in Romney Marsh, in a lonely house there about which he had had no time to tell me last night; had this lonely house an interest for me? I tried to work out the plot in a dozen ways, endeavoring to understand how the thieves could secure themselves if I were allowed to live.
That gorgeous sunset was depressing. The coming night might be so full of ominous meaning for me.
It was dark by the time we drew in towards the sh.o.r.e. A light or two marked Dymchurch to our left, to our right were the lights of Hythe.
By what landmark the skipper chose his position I do not know, but presently the anchor was let go and we swung round. The tide must have been nearly at the full. A few minutes later the dinghy was got into the water, and the steps let down.
Everything was accomplished as neatly and deliberately as I had seen it done each time I had gone sailing in the yacht.
Then the skipper came over to me and tried my bonds to make sure I had not worked them loose under cover of the darkness.
"All right," he said. "You can get her up."
Evidently they were going to take Mrs. Selborne ash.o.r.e.
She came up on deck, she was not brought up. She was not bound in any way.
"Half past ten," said the skipper. "Sure you will be all right alone?"
I could not tell to which of the hands he spoke; at any rate, he got no answer except by a nod, perhaps. Half past ten; that was the time Mrs.
Selborne"s husband was to arrive.
Then came a surprise. The three men got into the dinghy and pulled towards the sh.o.r.e.
I was left alone with Mrs. Selborne.
"Caught, Mr. Murray--Wigan."
She laughed as she paused between my two names, and seated herself on a corner of the skylight with a revolver in her lap.
"We can talk," she went on, "but a shout would be dangerous. I am used to handling firearms. Our last sail together, a notable one, and not yet over. You"re a more pleasant companion than I expected to find you, but you are not such a great detective as I had been led to suppose."
I was too astonished to make any kind of answer. She was quite right. I had never detected a criminal in her. All her kindness was an elaborate scheme to get me in her power. Did Quarles know? Surely not, or he would have put me on my guard.
"Posing as an invalid was an excellent notion," she went on, "and you are not altogether a failure. You have prevented a haul being made at the Folkestone Hotel because we could not discover what men you had at work.
I wonder how you got on my track?"
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I hadn"t, to say that my being there was chance, that I really was an invalid, but I kept the confession back. I remembered Quarles saying I might want all my wits about me at the end of this cruise. This seemed to be the end as far as I was concerned.
"I don"t suppose you are going to tell me how these robberies have been managed," I said, "so you cannot expect me to give away my secrets."
"I will tell you one thing," she answered; "there will be no more robberies by us. From to-night we begin to enjoy the proceeds."
"That is interesting."
"And you will quite appreciate that, although you are not so clever as people imagine, you are a difficulty."
"It is no use my pet.i.tioning you to let me go for the sake of--of our friendship?"
"I am afraid not."
"What then?"
"Dead men tell no tales," she said.
It was an uncomfortable answer. It was the only way out of the difficulty I had been able to conceive.
"Pardon me, they do," I returned quietly. "In watching me so carefully, and beating me at the game, you have advertised your interest in me to scores of people. You have forged a link between us. My death will mean a quick search for you and your confederates. I am likely to be more dangerous to you dead than alive."
"Do you suppose that has not been considered and arranged for?"
"And do you suppose a detective values his life if by his death he can bring notorious criminals to justice?" I asked.
"What exactly do you mean?"
We might have been discussing some commonplace question across a tea table.
"For the sake of argument, let us suppose one or two of your confederates have not hoodwinked me so completely as you have done. You can understand the possibility and appreciate the probable result."
"Do I look like a woman to be frightened by such a thin story?"