She glanced over his shoulder as if measuring the distance between the
skiff and the landing-stage. "No, I don't promise that. It wouldn't be
fair. But you will be able to trace me by Columbus. He will certainly
accompany the cat's-meat cart wherever it goes. Oh, Dick! There's someone
there--waiting for us!"
He also threw a look behind him. "Shall I put her about? I don't see
anyone, but if you wish it--"
"No, no, I don't! Row straight in! There is someone there, and you'll
have to apologize. I knew we were being watched."
Juliet sat upright with a flushed face.
Dick began to laugh. "Dear, dear! How tragic! Never mind, darling! I
daresay it's no one more important than a keeper, and we will see if we
can enlist his sympathy."
He pulled a few swift strokes and the skiff glided up to the little
landing-stage. He shipped the sculls, and held to the woodwork with
one hand.
"Will you get ashore, dear, and I'll tie up. There's no one here, you
see."
"No one that matters," said a laughing voice above him, and suddenly a
man in a white yachting-suit, slim, dark, with a monkey-like activity of
movement, stepped out from the spreading shadow of a beech.
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