16. THE RETURN OF CAPTAIN COPE
After breakfast on Sunday morning, John Quincy followed Miss Minerva to the lanai. It was a neat world that lay outside the screen, for Dan Winterslip’s yard boy had been busy until a late hour the night before, sweeping the lawn with the same loving thoroughness a housewife might display on a precious Oriental rug.
Barbara had not come down to breakfast, and John Quincy had seized the opportunity to tell his aunt of Brade’s return, and repeat the man’s story of Dan Winterslip’s theft on board the Maid of Shiloh. Now he lighted a cigarette and sat staring seriously out at the distant water.
“Cheer up,” said Miss Minerva. “You look like a judge. I presume you’re thinking of poor Dan.”
“I am.”
“Forgive and forget. None of us ever suspected Dan of being a s
