"Yes, quite a bundle."
Mont undid them, and tried to read some of the faded manuscript.
"It's too dark to see much," he observed. "If I'm not mistaken, my father wrote everything that is here."
"It's queer that Pooler should leave all those things on the yacht undisturbed," returned the young machinist. "One would think that such a man as he would have ransacked the boat from stem to stern."
"He certainly must have a reason,", said the young man. "Or else--I've been thinking--he may be a little off in his mind. Did you notice what a restless look his eyes had?"
"Yes, as if he expected to be nabbed by some one."
"What Mosey and Corrigan and my uncle do there beats me."
"And then the yacht. Was your father on board when he died?"
"I don't know. I always supposed he was at home, and never asked about it."
Both felt that for the present at least, the solution of this question was beyond their power to reach, and they lapsed into silence.