"It shows pretty plainly we"re on the right track," said Deirdre. "Of course she wants them to send to her foreign government. They"d pay her handsomely."
"Don"t she wish she may get them!" snorted Dulcie.
The affair made an added coolness in their dormitory. Gerda appeared to think them unkind, while they stood more than ever on the alert. They watched her unceasingly. For some days, however, they could find nothing of an incriminating nature in her conduct. Possibly she was aware of their vigilance, and was on her guard against them.
"I believe we"re overdoing it," said Deirdre anxiously. "Best slack off a little, and seem as if we"re taking no notice of her. Don"t follow her about so continually. It"s getting too marked altogether. We must be diplomatic."
Just at present Gerda"s behaviour was perfectly orthodox. If she went on the warren, it was invariably as one of a "threesome", and the chums could detect her in no more solitary and clandestine excursions. She seemed to have a.s.sumed a sudden interest in salvaging, and particularly in the beacon which the girls were beginning to build upon the headland.
No one was ready to work harder in carrying up the pieces of driftwood from the beach, and piling them on to the great stack which every day grew a little higher and higher, till it really began to be a conspicuous object, and could be seen from both the villages of Pontperran and Porthmorvan, and from the sea. It was at Gerda"s suggestion that a Union Jack, fastened to a pole, was kept flying from the top--a little piece of patriotism which appealed to the school at large, though it roused suspicion in the minds of the chums.
"It"s a signal, of course," said Dulcie.
"Some fine day she"ll pull it down, and subst.i.tute the German flag,"
agreed Deirdre. "She"s only waiting her opportunity."
"Unless we circ.u.mvent her. There are two Britishers here who mean to look after their country!"
It was curious how many little things, really quite trivial in themselves, seemed to point in the direction of the chums" fears. Miss Birks greatly encouraged a debating society among her girls, and on her list of subjects for discussion had placed that of "National Truth versus Diplomatic Evasions". Gerda had certainly been chosen to speak for the opposition, and was therefore pledged to the side of diplomacy; but Deirdre and Dulcie thought she made far too good a case of it, and pleaded much too warmly the cause of the amba.s.sador who on behalf of his country"s honour is obliged to meet guile with guile, and outwit the enemy by means of stratagems and deeply-laid schemes.
"Any expedient is allowable for the sake of your fatherland," she had contended, and Dulcie quoted the words with a grave shake of her head as she talked the matter over with Deirdre.
"Notice particularly that she said fatherland! Now the Vaterland is always Germany. She didn"t mean Britain, you may depend upon it.
No--she"s planning and scheming for another war!"
"Then we"ll plan and scheme for King George! We"ll accept her principles, and "make use of any stratagem to outwit the enemy"."
So they waited and watched, and watched and waited, in what they flattered themselves was true Machiavellian style, till they were almost growing tired of so fruitless an occupation.
Then one day, quite unexpectedly, something happened. It was a wild, windy March morning, and the girls were taking a hasty run on the warren between morning school and dinner, to "blow away cobwebs" and give them an appet.i.te. There was not time to go far, but they dispersed in all directions, trying which could make the biggest distance record available. Gerda had started with Annie Pridwell and Betty Scott, but under pretence of beating their speed she had got considerably ahead and left them panting in the rear.
"Where"s Gerda?" asked Deirdre, who, with Dulcie and Evie Bennett, had followed the first "threesome".
"We simply can"t keep up with her! She walked as if she had seven-leagued boots. She"s gone over the hill there. I"m going to wait till she comes back."
"There"s no sense in flying like the wandering Jew!" protested Betty. "I hope she won"t be long, because I don"t want to walk back as fast as I came."
"Dulcie and I"ll go after her," said Deirdre promptly. "We don"t mind running. You two can be toddling along with Evie as leisurely as you like."
It only meant a change of "threesomes", so the girls agreed readily and departed at once, leaving the chums to act escort to the truant.
"She"s done it on purpose," gasped Dulcie as soon as they were alone.
"Of course. It"s a perfectly transparent dodge. Now we must do Secret Service work again and not let her see she"s being followed."
The chums really congratulated themselves that they were getting on in the matter of scouting, they availed themselves so cleverly of the cover of rocks and bushes and proceeded with such admirable caution and care.
Their efforts were successful, for after a few minutes of skilful stalking they caught sight of their quarry.
Gerda was climbing down the cliff side, fully a hundred feet below them, and had nearly reached the level of the beach. She descended quickly, almost recklessly, scrambling anyhow over rocks and through brambles, and splashing through a boggy piece where a trickle of water had formed a pool. Arrived on the shingle, she went straight to a hole among the rocks, searched in the seaweed, and produced a bottle. Taking a piece of paper from her pocket, she folded it into a long narrow slip and put it inside, replacing the cork tightly. Then she ran towards the crag at the mouth of the cove, and climbing up higher than was compatible with safety she hurled the bottle as far as she could throw it into the sea.
She stood looking for a moment or two as it bobbed about on the surface of the water, then, turning round, began to scramble back with more haste than care.
"We"ve seen enough! Come quick before she spies us!" whispered Deirdre, dragging Dulcie away. "We mustn"t let her know we were anywhere near.
Let us run and be a long way off before she gets to the top of the cliff and sees us."
The clanging of the first dinner bell, which could plainly be heard in the distance, certainly offered a reasonable excuse for hurry. The chums fled like hares, and even with their best efforts only took their places at table when grace was said and the beef carved. Gerda was later still and scurried in, hot and breathless, after the potatoes had been handed.
She drank her whole gla.s.sful of water at a gulp. Deirdre and Dulcie avoided looking at her, but they nudged each other secretly. It was a satisfaction to know what she had been doing, though they could not openly proclaim their rejoicing. The penalty for lateness at meals was a fine, but they put their pennies in the charity box with the feeling of philanthropists. They considered them as contributions to a most excellent cause.
It was Wednesday, and a half-holiday. At three o"clock the whole school was to start for a walk to Avonporth, and in the meantime the girls were expected to busy themselves with minor occupations. A certain number were due at the pianos for practising or music lessons, and from the rest stocking-darning, mending, and the tidying of drawers would be required. Gerda marched off with a volume of Beethoven, and was soon hard at work on the Moonlight Sonata under Mademoiselle"s tuition. She played well, for she had been carefully taught in Germany, and had a good execution and sympathetic touch.
Deirdre and Dulcie stood outside the door for a moment or two listening to her crisp chords.
"She"s boxed up there safe for an hour," commented Deirdre.
"Yes, Mademoiselle won"t let her off," agreed Dulcie.
"I could do my darning after tea, and my drawers are as tidy as tidy."
"So are mine!"
"Should we? Do you think we dare?"
"Yes, yes. I"m game if you are."
Then the pair did a scandalous deed, such as they had never even contemplated in all their schooldays before. They took French leave and went out on to the warren. They knew the consequences would be disastrous if they were caught, for they were breaking three rules all at once, absenting themselves without permission, going two together instead of in a "threesome", and being on the headland at a forbidden hour. Perhaps the very riskiness of the undertaking added to its enjoyment.
"We must try and get that bottle, and here"s our opportunity," said Deirdre.
"We can"t explain to Miss Birks now, but we can tell her some day that we went out of sheer necessity," argued Dulcie.
"Of course; it"s only our duty. Even the best of rules have to be broken sometimes when it"s a matter of expediency. Miss Birks will quite appreciate that."
"Yes--when she knows the whole."
Meantime Miss Birks did not know, and the sense that their disinterested motives might be liable to misinterpretation caused the chums to proceed warily and avoid exposing themselves to any observer from the upper windows. They tacked along bypaths and went rather a roundabout route to reach their destination. Their hope was that the rising water might have washed the bottle back on to the beach, for Gerda"s arm had not been strong enough to throw it sufficiently far to carry it into the open sea, and when they last saw it it had been whirling round and round at the mouth of the creek. They climbed down the cliff side by the same track that she had followed, and ran eagerly to the edge of the waves.
The tide was much higher than it had been before dinner, and was rolling up its usual toll of sticks, seaweed, and miscellaneous debris. What was that dark-green object that kept appearing and disappearing, half-hidden by a ma.s.s of floating brown bladderwrack? One moment it had vanished, and the next it bobbed up persistently. Deirdre and Dulcie did not wait to ask. With one accord they whisked off shoes and stockings (a proceeding utterly and entirely forbidden except in the months of June and July) and plunged into the water. They were both adepts in the art of salvaging, but no piece of driftwood ever gave them more trouble than that elusive bottle, which dipped and dived and evaded them with the skill of an eel. The beach was shingly, not sandy, which made their fishing not only a slippery but a most agonizing performance. They were obliged to grip each other"s hands to keep their foothold at all. At last a larger wave than usual proved helpful, and indeed did its office so thoroughly that it dashed the bottle against Dulcie"s shins. With a squeal of pain she caught it, nearly upsetting herself and Deirdre in the process, and the pair hobbled back to where they had left their shoes and stockings.
"Ugh! I"m absolutely lame! I didn"t know stones could cut so,"
complained Deirdre.
"Look at my leg! It will be black and blue, I know," groaned Dulcie.
The possession of the bottle, however, was ample compensation for any scars they might have won in the struggle for its acquisition. They tried with impatient fingers to pull out the cork, but as that proved obdurate they cut the Gordian knot by breaking the neck on a stone. The thin piece of foreign note-paper was quite untouched by wet. Together they unfolded it, knocking their heads in their eagerness to read it both at once. At last, surely, they were within reach of Gerda"s secret.
But the letter was written in German, and alas! the chums were still in the elementary stages of the language, so that except for a chance word here and there they could not decipher a line of it. Their disappointment was keen.
"What does she mean by writing in her wretched old Deutsch?" demanded Dulcie indignantly.
"Oh, bother her! I wish I could read it!" moaned Deirdre.
Never had the advantages of education appealed to the girls more strongly. They began to think quite seriously of the necessity for studying foreign languages.