"And so we're being carried off to be cross-examined--at somebody's leisure.

Let's hope they won't use thumb-screws and that sort of thing.

And anyway," she continued, looking from one to the other, "hadn't we better make the best of it?
We're going out to sea, that's certain--here's the bar!" A sudden lifting of the thickly-carpeted floor, a dip to the left, another to the right, a plunge forward, a drop back, then a settling down to a steady persistent roll, showed her companions that Audrey was right--the yacht was crossing the bar which lay at the mouth of Scarhaven Bay.

Outside that lay the North Sea, and Copplestone suddenly wondered which course the vessel was going to take, north, east, or south.

But before he could put his thoughts into words, the door was suddenly unlocked, and Captain Andrius, suave, polite, deprecating, walked into the cabin.
"A thousands pardons--and two words of explanation!" he exclaimed, as he executed a deep bow to his lady prisoner.