Jim gave a reluctant grin. "It would take more than that to put the wind up Timothy, sir. By the way, thanks very much for going to the rescue. You must come up and meet my mother. She arrived quite unexpectedly this morning."
"Is that so? I'd like to meet her very much; but I think I ought to take the boat back. Maybe the owner will be looking for it."
"Mansell's sure to explain. Come on up to the house and have a drink," said Jim, leading the way to the path that zigzagged up the cliff-face. He glanced back, grimacing. "You can imagine my feelings when I heard the Seamew start up! I was on the terrace at the time. I guessed it was that devilish brat, of course. The worst of it is, my mother will probably be rather bucked about it, so Timothy will get the idea he's done something fairly clever."
Lady Harte, still wearing the crumpled tweed coat and skirt, met them as they came across the lawn at the top of the cliff. She shook Oscar Roberts warmly by the hand and said that it was very decent of him to have pulled Timothy out of the water. "Not but what he's a good swimmer for his age," she added. "However, he tells me the current was a bit too much for him, so I'm very grateful to you. Darling, I'm so sorry about the Seamew , but you can buy another, can't you?"
"Yes, but for God's sake don't let Timothy think he's a hero, Mother! He deserves to be flayed."
"No, I can't agree with you there, Jim," she said decidedly. "Of course he'd no business to take your boat out—I grant that—but you must admit it showed an adventurous spirit." She turned to Roberts. "I hate milksops, don't you?"
He agreed smilingly, but Jim groaned. "I knew it!" he said. "You're rather pleased Mother!"
"Well, I admit I didn't think he had as much enterprise. However, he's very upset at having lost your boat, so don't be unkind to him, darling. After all, it might just as well have happened to you. Timothy says there was something wrong with the boat."
"There was nothing wrong with her whatsoever!" said Jim. "What that loathsome whelp of yours did was to run her over the Pin rocks."
They had by this time reached the terrace. Rosemary was seated there, becomingly dressed in floating black draperies. While Jim went into the house to fetch a cooling drink for his stepbrother's preserver, she informed Lady Harte and Oscar Roberts that she had had a premonition that something dreadful was going to happen, and added, somewhat unwisely, that, fond as she was of Timothy, she could not help seeing that he was getting very out of hand. This led, not unnaturally, to a spirited defence of her son by Norma, and Jim, returning with beer and glasses, found both ladies engaged in a highly acrimonious argument. Though considerably annoyed with Timothy, he felt impelled to defend him against Rosemary's attack, with the result that Rosemary, looking offended, withdrew into the house, saying that no one seemed to have the least consideration for her.
"That young woman," said Lady Harte, accepting a glass of beer from her son, "badly wants an Object in life."
"She's got one. You wait till you see him," said Jim involuntarily. Recollecting the presence of a stranger, he added hastily: "Beer or a gimlet, Roberts?"
"I'll have beer, thanks. But don't mind me," replied Roberts, twinkling. "I've seen him too."
Jim laughed. "Awfully Nordic, isn't he? He's bunked to town, I understand. My own feeling is that he's too Nordic to be a murderer. Hullo, Adrian! Have some beer?"
Sir Adrian, who had come out on to the terrace from the drawing room, declined this offer but desired his stepson to tell him what had been happening. He appeared to be quite unmoved at the thought of the danger Timothy had been in, merely remarking that he hoped Jim did not expect him to enact the role of avenging parent.
Timothy presently joined the party on the terrace, chastened but anxious to justify himself. Failing, however, to induce Oscar Roberts to support his statement that he had been steering a course well outside the line of Pin rocks, or to win from his stepbrother any sign of belief in his story or forgiveness for his crime, he went away to nurse his sorrows in solitude.
He bore himself with unaccustomed lowliness throughout the rest of the day and retired early to bed.
He bade Jim good-night in a painstakingly offhand voice, received in reply the curtest of valedictions, and flushed to the ears. This quite melted Miss Allison's heart, and she presently slipped out of the drawing room and went upstairs to tap on his door. After a slight pause she was told gruffly to come in and entered to find Timothy reading in bed. He lowered his book and said in a goaded voice: "What is it?"
Miss Allison went to sit on the edge of the bed. "I know you're sick to death of the whole subject," she said; "but do you mind telling me just what happened?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I did," he replied bitterly.
"Well, you might give me a chance, anyway."
"I don't care whether anyone believes me or not!" said Timothy.
Miss Allison removed the book from his grasp. "Come off the roof! You know as well as Jim does where the rocks are. If you say you were beyond them, I believe you."
"Well, I was."
"Cross your heart, Timothy?"
"Yes, I swear I was. Besides, if I'd hit anything, I'd have felt it."
"And absolutely between ourselves, you didn't muck something up in the engine?"
"'Course not. She wouldn't have sunk if I had."
Miss Allison twined her fingers together and said: "Timothy, what do you think was wrong?"
Something in her voice made him look at her sharply. "I don't know."
"Just exactly what happened?"
"Well, nothing at first. She was running perfectly. I opened her up awfully gradually too. As a matter of fact, I didn't mean to take her at full speed at all, but she was going so well, and it was such a grand day for it, that I simply couldn't help letting her out. I was steering an absolutely straight course, and the engine was running as sweetly as anything, when suddenly I felt her check a bit, and then I saw the water rising up in the boat, and she, heeled right over. It happened so quickly I don't really know what did happen, except that I was chucked clean out of the boat. I can tell you, it was a pretty ghastly feeling."
"It must have been awful!" Miss Allison said, her face quite pale.
"Well, it was, because for one thing it took me completely by surprise, and for another the current got me. Gosh, I was glad to see that motorboat chugging along!"
"If Mr. Roberts hadn't been there you'd have been drowned."
"I expect I should, really."
Her fingers gripped together in her lap. "It might have been Jim."
"Yes, I know; that's what I keep on telling him, but he doesn't believe a word I say. He thinks I capsized the rotten boat or ran her on the rocks. But he knows I can handle her, because he's often let me when I've been out with him. I'm frightfully sorry I took her out and—and lost her, but it's no use going on saying it. He simply doesn't listen. He said—" Timothy's voice shook suddenly. He found himself quite unable to repeat what Jim had said, and instead announced that he was tired and wished to be left alone.
Miss Allison got up. "Don't go to sleep yet. I'm going to fetch Jim."
Mr. Harte sat up with a jerk. "You jolly well aren't! I don't want to see him!"
"I don't care a damn what you want. I mean to get to the bottom of this."
"I'll lock my door! It doesn't matter a hoot to me what Jim says or thinks, and if you make him come here, I won't ever speak to you again as long as I live!" declared Mr. Harte, anguished.
"Don't be an idiot! Can't you see that this may be important?" said Patricia fiercely. "If you didn't run her on the rocks, why did she sink?"
Timothy stared at her. "Do you mean, she was tampered with?" he demanded. "But—but—why?"
"To get rid of Jim," said Patricia, but in a low voice, as though she were afraid of her own words.