That's something the girls got up for your benefit."
I ignored this piece of brutality.
"But I'm ruined anyway."
"How?"
I explained shortly what I thought our friend, O'Meara, would do under
the circumstances. An inference sufficed Farrar.
"Why didn't you say something about this before?" he asked gravely.
"I would have put into Far Harbor."
"Because I didn't think of it," I confessed.
Farrar pulled down the corners of his mouth with trying not to smile.
"Miss Thorn is a woman of brains," he remarked gently; "I respect her."
I wondered by what mysterious train of reasoning he had arrived at this
conclusion. He said nothing for a while, but toyed with the spokes of
the wheel, keeping the wind in the sail with undue nicety.
"I can't make them out," he said, all at once.
"Then you believe they're after us?"
"I changed the course a point or two, just to try them."
"And--"
"And they changed theirs."
"Who could have informed?"
"Drew, of course," I said; "who else?"
He laughed.
"Drew doesn't know anything about Allen," said he; "and, besides, he's no
more of a detective than I am."
"But Drew was told there was a criminal on the island."
"Who told him?"
I repeated the conversation between Drew and Mr. Trevor which I had
overheard. Farrar whistled.
"But you did not speak of that this morning," said he.
"No," I replied, feeling anything but comfortable.
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