“I see what you mean.”

Ann relaxed again.  The relief was, however, only momentary.

“I cannot understand, though,” said Mrs. Pett, “why your uncle should have been so positive that he saw this young man on the Atlantic.”

“Just a chance resemblance, I suppose.  Why, uncle Peter said he saw the man whom he imagined was like Jimmy Crocker talking to me.  If there had been any real resemblance, shouldn’t I have seen it before uncle Peter?”

Assistance came from an unexpected quarter.

“I know the chap uncle Peter meant,” said Ogden.  “He wasn’t like this guy at all.”

Ann was too grateful for the help to feel astonished at it.  Her mind, dwelling for a mere instant on the matter, decided that Ogden must have seen her on deck with somebody else than Jimmy.  She had certainly not lacked during the voyage for those who sought her society.

Mrs. Pett seemed to be impressed.

“I may be letting my imagination run away with me,” she said.

“Of course you are, aunt Nesta,” said Ann thankfully.  “You don’t realise what a vivid imagination you have got.  When I was typing that last story of yours, I was simply astounded at the ideas you had thought of.  I remember saying so to uncle Peter.  You can’t expect to have a wonderful imagination like yours and not imagine things, can you?”

Mrs. Pett smiled demurely.  She looked hopefully at her niece, waiting for more, but Ann had said her say.

“You are perfectly right, my dear child,” she said when she was quite sure the eulogy was not to be resumed.  “No doubt I have been foolish to suspect this young man.  But Lord Wisbeach’s words naturally acted more strongly on a mind like mine than they would have done in the case of another woman.”

“Of course,” said Ann.

She was feeling quite happy now.  It had been tense while it had lasted, but everything was all right now.

“And, fortunately,” said Mrs. Pett, “there is a way by which we can find out for certain if the young man is really James Crocker.”

Ann became rigid again.

“A way?  What way?”

“Why, don’t you remember, my dear, that Skinner has known James Crocker for years.”

“Skinner?”

The name sounded familiar, but in the stress of the moment Ann could not identify it.

“My new butler.  He came to me straight from Eugenia.  It was he who let us in when we called at her house.  Nobody could know better than he whether this person is really James Crocker or not.”

Ann felt as if she had struggled to the limit of her endurance.  She was not prepared to cope with this unexpected blow.  She had not the strength to rally under it.  Dully she perceived that her schemes must be dismissed as a failure before they had had a chance of success.  Her accomplice must not return to the house to be exposed.  She saw that clearly enough.  If he came back, he would walk straight into a trap.  She rose quickly.  She must warn him.  She must intercept him before he arrived—­and he might arrive at any moment now.