He nodded. "Did you want to see him?"
"Very much," answered Elaine.
"I'll take you out," he offered.
We jumped into the motor-boat, he started the engine and we planed out over the water.
Though we did not see him, the man whom I had wounded was still watching us from the shore, noting every move. He had followed us at a distance across the woods and fields and down along the shore to the dock, had seen us talking to Arnold's man, and get into the boat.
From the shore he continued to watch us skim across the bay and pull up alongside the yacht. As we climbed the ladder, he turned and hurried back the way he had come.
. . . . . . .
Elaine and I climbed aboard the yacht where we could see the Professor sitting in a wicker deck chair.
"Why, how do you do?" he welcomed us, adjusting his glasses so that his eyes seemed, if anything, more opaque than before.
I could not help thinking that, although he was glad to see us, there was a certain air of restraint about him.