"That," thought Brett, "was almost a hint. First it stirred me up; then it pointed at the Sappho; then it indicated that there is One above, and then it went out."
He headed the launch straight for the Sappho, and began to wonder what one had to do to get aboard of a magnate's yacht at night. He turned to the engineer.
"Gryce," he said, "what do you know about yachts?"
"What about 'em?" Gryce answered sulkily. He was still thinking of the kitchen-maid and the unfinished ham, or else of the ham and the unfinished kitchen maid, I am not sure which.
"What about 'em?" Brett echoed. "Do they take up their gangways at night?"
"Unless some one's expected," said Gryce.
"Do they have a watchman?"
"One forward and one aft on big yachts."
"Making two," said Brett. "But aren't there usually two gangways—one for the crew and one for the owner's guests?"
"Crew's gangway is to starboard," Gryce vouchsafed.