"Oh, you doctored it," said Maynard.
"Yes--but-- Good God, this is the hardest thing I ever did," cried poor Harnash, looking at the girl. "Knock-out drops, you know, and then he was shanghaied."
"I don't understand," she said again.
"He was delivered to a friend of mine down on Water Street who was waiting for him with a gang. I had arranged it all beforehand and they put him on the ship."
"But his watch, his money, jewelry?"
"I have those," admitted Harnash. "They're in my safe deposit box. I put them there, you understand, for safe keeping."
"Of course," said Maynard. "I don't think you're a thief as well as an abductor."
"Thank you," said Harnash.
"Well, even if he were on that ship," began Stephanie, at last comprehending, "it doesn't follow that he was lost."
"No. It doesn't follow. He may have been one of those picked up in the third mate's boat."