But just as the woman at the end of the table ceased to talk an inspiration came to her.

She would say nothing to Thresk, but if he had eyes to see she would place him where the view was good.
"I have this to say," she answered in a low quick voice.

"Go yourself to Chitipur.

You sail on Friday, I think?
And to-day is Monday.

You can make the journey there and back quite easily in the time." "I can ?" asked Thresk.
"Yes.