Frantic Morse coding from across the bay went unnoticed at The Ferry Inn until the group was departing and became aware of a flashing light. On landing on Small’s Cove, Lizzy leapt out of Little Miss Splendid and hurried up the cliff path to Jane’s room, whereupon she found her sister had fallen out of bed and had become entangled in the traction equipment.
“I am sorry,” said Jane, gasping through a web of bandages that had come loose. “I was merely trying to get to the window to send a Morse code message, as I was ravaged with pain. Oh!”
It was only now that Lizzy realised the folly of their plan: Jane’s torch could not be shone through the window at the correct angle to be seen at The Ferry Inn if she was lying in her bed. It was an unfortunate mistake. As Lizzy was pondering the error, Cazza, Lulu, and Hattie popped their heads round the door and claimed delight that Jane seemed to be recovering so speedily, then dashed downstairs to watch reality TV. Lizzy remained to heave Jane back into bed, retie her bandages—including strapping up the broken jaw, which as a consequence left her dear sister unable to speak again—and resetting the traction before descending to the drawing room, by which time the news had come on, and Cazza, yawning, suggested she and Lizzy take a turn on the treadmills.
“I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude.”
Lizzy accepted happily, and the young ladies started jogging two kilometers at a speed of 11.5. Darcy looked up at the spectacle, and Cazza immediately asked him to join them.
“Try the rowing machine, Darcy. You have the perfect physique for rowing.”
Darcy declined and spent the rest of the evening exercising his vision in a most pleasing fashion.