A few days subsequent to Andrew Daney's secret scuttling of the motor-boat Brutus, Nan Brent was amazed to receive a visit from him.
"Good-morning, Nan," he saluted her. "I have bad news for you."
"What, pray?" she managed to articulate. She wondered if Donald had been injured up in the woods.
"Your motor-boat's gone."
This was, indeed,