an to put her."

"It's not half far enough away," said Miss Rutherford. "Lord Ullin or
Torrington or whatever lord it is will quite easily follow her there.
We must go much further, right out into the west to High Brasail, where
lovers are ever young and angry fathers do not come."

"Inishbawn will do all right," said Priscilla.

"Priscilla says," said Frank, "that the people won't let Lord Torrington
land on Inishbawn."

"They certainly seemed to have some objection to letting any one land,"
said Miss Rutherford. "Every time I suggested going there Jimmy has
headed me oflf with one excuse or another."

"They have very good reasons," said Priscilla. "I have more or less idea
what they are; but of course I can't tell you. It's never right to tell
other people's secrets unless you're perfectly sure that you know them
yourself, and I'm not sure. You hardly ever can be unless you happen to
be one of the people that has the secret and in this case I'm not."

"I don't want to ask embarrassing questions," said Miss Rutherford,
"though I'm almost consumed with curiosity about the secret. But are you
quite sure that it's of a kind that will really prevent Lord Torrington
landing there?"

"Quite absolutely, dead, cock sure," said Priscilla. "If I'm right about
the secret and I think I am, though of course it's quite possible that I
may not be, but if I am there isn't a man about the bay who wouldn't
die a thousand miserable deaths rather than let Lord Torrington and the
police sergeant land on that island."

"Then all we've got to do," said Miss Rutherford, "is to get her there
and she's safe."

Priscilla hurriedly turned over the corner of the spinnaker and got out
the jam pot. She glanced at its paper cover.

"Inishbawn is an inviolable sanctuary," she said. "What a mercy it is
that I wrote down that word last night. I had forgotten it again. It's a
desperately hard word to remember."

"It's a very good word," said Miss Rutherford.

"It's useful anyhow," said Priscilla. "In fact, considering what we're
going to do I don't see how we could very well get on without it. I
suppose it's rather too early to have luncheon."

"It's only half past eleven," said Frank, "but----"

"I breakfasted early," said Miss Rutherford.

"We scarcely breakfasted at all," said Frank.

"All right," said Priscilla, "the wind's gone hopelessly. It's much too
hot to row, so I suppose we may as well have luncheon though it's not
the pro