CHAPTER XII

THE MOTOR BOAT The chaperon, who had hastily donned a dressing-gown and warm slippers, made her way to the locked and barred door. "What is it?" she turned to ask Sylvia, who, too, had arisen, and hastily garbed herself in whatever was nearest to hand. "Some one knocked, and----" She was interrupted by the very thing she was explaining--a rap on the stout slab door. "Is any one here?" a voice demanded. "We see a light, and there is a lady here--two ladies and----" "Oh, please let me in!" begged a half-sobbing voice…