From all of which I argue that when they got rid of us here, the people who are working all this slipped quietly back to some cove or creek on the Scotch coast, did a stiff turn at repainting, and meant to be off to the other side of the world under new colours.

And while this was going on, Andrius, or his co-villain, found time to examine those chests that Chatfield told us of, and when they found that Chatfield had done them, they came back here quick.

Now they're off to make him reveal the whereabouts of the real chests." "Won't they be rather running their necks into a noose ?" suggested Audrey.

"I'm dead certain that my mother will have raised a hue and cry after them." "They're cute enough," said Copplestone.

"Anyway, they'll run a good many risks for the sake of fifty thousand pounds.