Del Mar followed. Beside the palm pot where Rusty had found the torpedo, he happened to see the old handkerchief soiled with dirt. Near-by lay the little propeller. He picked them up.
"She has found it!" he exclaimed in wonder, following Elaine.
By this time Rusty had responded to Elaine's calls and came tearing down-stairs again.
"Naughty Rusty," chided Elaine, tying the ribbon on him.
"So—you have found him at last?" remarked Del Mar looking quickly at
Elaine to see if she would get a double meaning.
"Yes. He's had a fine time running away," she replied.
Del Mar was scarcely able to conceal his suspicion of her. Was she a clever actress, hiding her discovery, he wondered?
. . . . . . .
Outside, on the lawn, Del Mar's men had been looking about, but had discovered nothing. They paused a moment to speak.
"Look out!" whispered one of them. "There's some one coming."