It was not until then that she saw, shooting inshore, the swift launch
in which Lawford Tapp had come over in the morning previous. The wind
being off the land she had not heard its exhaust. In three minutes the
launch glided in beside the dock where she stood.
"Come for a sail, Miss Grayling?" he asked her, with his very widest
smile. "I'll take you out around Gull Rocks."
"Oh! I am not sure----"
"Surely you're not down here to work on Sunday?" and he glanced at the
actors.
She laughed. "Oh, no, Mr. Tapp. I do not work on Sundays. Uncle
Amazon would not even let me wash the dishes."
"I should think not," murmured Lawford with an appreciative glance at
her ungloved hands. "He's a pretty decent old fellow, I guess. Will
you come aboard? She's perfectly safe, Miss Grayling."
If he had invited her to enter the big touring car he had driven that
morning, to go for a "joy ride," Louise Grayling would certainly have
refused. To go on a pleasure trip at the invitation of a chauffeur in
his employer's car was quite out of consideration.
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