Our dalliance must be at an end for my revered parents would never countenance that I should so disparage myself as to wed a man of lesser breeding and wealth. Sarah, Lady Bartelmy I squinted at the ys—and sure enough, they had no curly tails. “This is a forgery, too,” I declared. “But the pearl bracelet I gave her was returned with the letter,” Drake said slowly. “And now she’s missing, you say?” “Yes, sir,” I confirmed. “My friend Masou saw her being helped on board a boat at the Greenwich river steps.” “Where is this Masou?” Drake demanded. “He’s up the mast, keeping watch, sir,” I replied. “We came on board the night before last, sir, trying to find Lady Sarah—only we got locked in the sail locker by accident, and Mr. Newman thinks we’re stowaways so he sent us up the mast—” “Stay there!” Drake commanded, already striding out of his cabin. Just at that moment I heard a faint shout. “Sail!” It was Masou’s voice. “Sail, ho!” he shouted again.
