"I am sure Mr. Dunneston will see you settled, Mrs. Varris," he said. "I don't care to parade my police detail to the hotel. Besides, now that I am all but clear of this business, you understand that I want to have it done with?"
"Certainly!" the mother nodded. But the daughter had turned and stood gazing down at the crowd collecting about the little house of the 'wireless' station on the shore.
"Then you are going down at once, Mr. Preston?"
"Yes."
"Will you take me with you?" she asked suddenly.
"You want to go?" he cried.
"Don't you want me to?"
"Want you to? Of course; but—" He checked his objection and turned to Mrs. Varris for her to decide.
"Mother, do you see any reason why I shouldn't go?" the girl appealed to her, too.
"Of course not, my child, if Mr. Preston
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