with you and your French friend in Hull?" I suggested.
"Just so—since we're to be frank," he answered. "The same." Then, with a laugh, he glanced at Miss Raven. "Mr. Middlebrook," he said, "considers me the most candid desperado he ever met!"
"Your candour is certainly interesting," replied Miss Raven. "Especially if you really are a desperado. Perhaps—you'll give us more of it?"
"I'll tell you a bit—later on," he said. "That Quick business, I mean."
Suddenly, setting down his tea-cup, he got up and moved away towards the galley, into which he presently disappeared. Miss Raven turned sharply on me.
"Did you eat a slice of that plum-cake?" she whispered. "You did?"
"I know what you're thinking," I answered. "It reminds you of the cake that Lorrimore's man, Wing, makes."
"Reminds!" she exclaimed. "There's no reminding about it! Do you know what I think? That man Wing is aboard this yacht! He made that cake!"
