Suddenly Helen pointed to a spot away down at the other end of the deck.
"Yes—you're right—there he is—behind that third lifeboat. He's talking to some one."
The lawyer looked in the direction indicated.
"Yes—and do you see the secretive way in which they're talking—hiding behind that boat, as if so that no one might see them. They're plotting some mischief, you may be sure of that. Who's the other fellow?"
Helen strained her eyes to see.
"I can't see his face. Oh, yes I can—why—it's our François—Kenneth's valet. What can they be talking about? I don't trust that valet. Only the other day I caught him reading some letters. I warned Ken about him; but he insists he is faithful—I wonder what they can have in common? He used to be in Signor Keralio's employ."
The lawyer shook his head ominously. Gravely he said:
"That fellow Keralio will bear watching. I think I'll put my Sherlock Holmes on his track."
Ray laughed.
"Oh, that would be exciting—a drama in real life. Please do——"