"Where are they?"
"You can pick up their buoy with a glass—there."
The chief officer looked through his glass. "Yes," he said. "You'll come abroad, or keep your own boat?"
"We've got another piece of work to do—if we can leave our friends to your guarding," said Harry.
"Well have the wrecking tugs and divers in twenty minutes."
Harry and Pauline climbed back to the motorboat and sped up the bay.
"What did you mean another piece of work?" asked Pauline as she clung to his arm.
"My car is at the Navy Yard pier," was his only answer.
She still clung to him in tremulous uncertainty as the motor sped them up through Broadway, into Fifth avenue, and on to the door of Mlle. de Longeon's hotel.
She and the diplomatic grandee who had held the confidential conference with her in the conservatory at the naval ball were together in her suite.