elpiece. At the sound of a slow, measured
footfall on the cobblestone path outside Miss Pilbeam caught his arm and
drew him towards the door.
"Go!" she breathed. "No, stop!"
She stood trying in vain to make up her mind. "Upstairs," she said.
"Quick!" and, leading the way, entered her father's bedroom, and, after a
moment's thought, opened the door of a cupboard in the corner.
"Get in there," she whispered.
"But--" objected the astonished Bligh.
The front door was heard to open.
"Police!" said Miss Pilbeam, in a thrilling whisper. The skipper stepped
into the cupboard without further parley, and the girl, turning the key,
slipped it into her pocket and sped downstairs.
Sergeant Pilbeam was in the easy-chair, with his belt unfastened, when
she entered the parlor, and, with a hungry reference to supper, sat
watching her as she lit the lamp and drew down the blind. With a
lifelong knowledge of the requirements of the Force, she drew a jug of
beer and placed it by his side while she set the table.
"Ah! I wanted that," said the sergeant. "I've been running."
Miss Pilbeam raised her eyebrows.
"After some sailor-looking chap that capsized me when I wasn't prepared
for it," said her father, putting down his glass. "It was a neat bit o'
work, and I shall tell him so when I catch him. Look here!"
He stood up and exhibited the damage.
"I've rubbed off what I could," he said, resuming his seat, "and I s'pose
the rest'll brush off when it's dry. To-morrow morning I shall go down
to the harbor and try and spot my lord."
He drew his chair to the table and helped himself, and, filling his mouth
with cold meat and pickles, enlarged on his plans for the capture of his
assailant; plans to which the undecided Miss Pilbeam turned a somewhat
abstracted ear.
By the time her father had finished his supper she was trying, but in
vain, to devise means for the prisoner's escape. The sergeant had opened
the door of the room for the sake of fresh air, and it was impossible for
anybody to come downstairs without being seen. The story of a sickly
geranium in the back-yard left him unmoved.
"I wouldn't get up for all the geraniums in the world," he declared.
"I'm just going to have one more pipe and then I'm off to bed. Running
don't agree with me."
He went, despite his daughter's utmost efforts to prevent him, and she
sat in silent consternation, listening to his heavy tread overhead. She
heard the bed
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