“I will return soon,” said Captain Morris.
He had taken the papers about the lost Moose with him, and his intention was to visit the office of the company in which the ship was insured.
He had nearly reached his destination when he drew back in the shelter of a doorway.
Just entering the building where the insurance company was located were three men.
Two of them he recognized as Jack Marcy and Alan Bertram.
The other he assumed to be a detective.
“They have suspected all,” he murmured, in deep chagrin, “and have hurried here by rail to prevent my collecting the money. There’s nothing left but flight now.”
He hurriedly returned to the yacht.
Parker stood conversing with a stranger, and his face was ominous of some new complicating disaster to their cherished plans.
“Are you Captain Morris?” asked the stranger.