"She must have taken it off," he mumbled.
"And came on board without it? William, she is not that kind of a girl."
What was the use of hiding things any longer? Bill looked Aunt Caroline in the eye.
"She didn't come on board," he said.
It required several seconds for that to sink in.
"Not on board?" she repeated. "Why, what do you mean? Where is she?"
He waved his hand in the direction of Larchmont Harbor.
"Having a swim, I guess," he said, with an effort at nonchalance.
"William Marshall! You mean to say she didn't come back to the yacht?"
"She hadn't at the time we left."