“Yes. Get ready to sail, Parker.”
“Not just yet, captain,” said the stranger, coolly.
“What do you mean?”
“I have orders to keep the yacht and crew here for further orders.”
“Who from?”
“The chief of police.”
Morris’ face fell.
“I don’t understand,” he stammered.
“Oh, yes you do, captain,” replied the stranger. “I’m a detective, and your scheme to collect money for a ship you sunk is known.”
Morris stood dumbfounded for a moment or two.