Suddenly she gave a little exclamation.
"It's moving!" she cried.

"He's off!" "He's safe on a Dutch trawler," Sir Henry declared.

"And I think," he added, moving towards the sideboard, "it's time you and I had a drink together, Dick." They helped themselves to whisky and soda.

There were still many explanations to be given.

Half-concealed by the curtain, Philippa stood with her eyes turned seawards.