"Now then, gentlemen, hold tight," shouted the tug-captain, as a wave washed the small boat from stem to stern and drenched them to the skin.
After a tedious voyage they were landed at the pier, wet through and, having made arrangements about their luggage, they stepped into the train for Adelaide.
"Where shall we stay while in Adelaide, Hal?" asked Reg, when they were fast approaching the pretty little city.
"The 'York' is the tip-top house, but I should prefer the 'United Service.'"
"Good, the 'United Service' it shall be."
Half-an-hour later they stood at the door of the hotel, ready and fit for work.
"Hal, are you ready to begin the search?" asked Reg.
"Right you are. We'll go to Reuter's first, and see if there is a cable."
The office was in King William Street, close by and, on enquiry, a cable was handed to Reg. It read:
"Morris, Adelaide. All well. Revenge. Whyte."