Copplestone and Miss Greyle,
nearly stopped everything, and if Andrius and Chatfield hadn't carried
you off, the scheme would have come to nothing. Well--you know what
happened after that--"
"But," interjected Vickers, quickly, "not your share in the last
development."
"My share's been to see that the thing was up, and that if I wanted to
save them all, I'd best put a stop to it," rejoined Addie, with a grim
smile. "I tell you, I didn't know what they'd been up to until today. I
was in England--never mind where--wondering what was going on. Yesterday
I got a code message from my husband. When he fetched my father away from
you, he forced him to tell where that gold was--then he wired to me--by
wireless--full instructions to recover it during last night. I did--never
you mind the exact means I took nor who it was that I got to help--I got
it--and I took good care to put it where I knew it would be safe. Then
this morning I went to meet the two of them at Scarvell's Cut. And I took
the upper hand then! I got them away from that sail-loft--safely. I made
my husband give me a code message for the man in charge of the _Pike_,
telling him to return at once to Scarhaven; I made my father write a note
to Elkin at the bank, telling him to place the gold which I sent with it
to the credit of the Greyle Estate. And when all that was done--I got
them away--they're gone!"
Vickers, who had never taken his eyes off Addie during her lengthy
explanation, gave her a whimsical smile.
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