"That's a wide term--a very wide one.

Behind Scarhaven, as you all know, are hills and moors and valleys and ravines in which one could hide a Dreadnought! Well, that's all I can think of--getting into communication with patrol boats and coastguard stations all along the coast between here and Wick.
And that mayn't be the least good.

Somebody may have escorted Chatfield ashore after they left you yesterday, brought him hereabouts by rail or motor-car, and the yacht may have made a wide detour round the Shetlands and be now well on her way to the North Atlantic." "But in that case--the money ?" asked Copplestone.
"They would get hold of the money, take it clean away, and ship it from Liverpool, or Glasgow, or--anywhere," replied Sir Cresswell.

"You may be sure they've plenty of resources at command, and that they'll work secretly.

Of course, we must keep a look out round about here for any sign or reappearance of Chatfield, but, as I say, this country is so wild that he and his companions can easily elude observation, especially as they're sure to come by night.