"She got no message.

The only consolation she had was that you and Copplestone were with Miss Greyle.

Well, first thing next morning Swallow and Mrs.Greyle set every possible means to work.
They went to the police--they wired to places up the coast and down the coast to keep a look out--and Swallow also wired full particulars to Sir Cresswell Oliver, with the result that Sir Cresswell went to the naval authorities and got them to set their craft up north to work.

Having done all this, and finding that he could be of no more service at Scarhaven, Swallow returned to town to see me and to consult.

Now, of course, we were in a position by then to approach that Fragonard Club--" "Ah!" exclaimed Copplestone.