“What is it?” he asked.
“There’s that light down the bay,” whispered Kennedy.
Instantly Verplanck forgot about the dance.
“Where?” he asked.
“In the same place.”
I had not noticed, but Mrs. Verplanck, woman-like, had been able to watch several things at once. She had seen us and had joined us.
“Would you like to run down there in the Streamline?” he asked. “It will only take a few minutes.”
“Very much.”
“What is it—that light again?” she asked, as she joined us in walking down the dock.
“Yes,” answered her husband, pausing to look for a moment at the stuff Kennedy had left with Armand. Mrs. Verplanck leaned over the Streamline, turned as she saw me, and said: “I wish I could go with you. But evening dress is not the thing for a shivery night in a speed boat. I think I know as much about it as Mr. Verplanck. Are you going to leave Armand?”