“Wise old head!” approved Dalzell.
Right here Dave received another jolt. The girl whom he had seen in the first cabin now returned, lifted away the veil, removed hat and wig, and stood revealed, from the shoulders up, a most unmistakable young man with a good-looking but wholly unfeminine face.
“Is this a public masquerade, and are the proceeds to be devoted to the Service?” Dave inquired.
But Dan replied only with a baffling wink.
“Oh, well,” rejoined Darrin, “I can wait if you can. If you’re through with me here, I’m going back to my cabin.”
“Have you no more questions?” Dan inquired mockingly.
“None that are likely to be answered, so I’ll leave you to your amusements.”
“Too bad,” murmured Dalzell to himself after Darrin had vanished, “for now Dave is sulky.”
In this surmise, however, Danny Grin was quite wrong. Darrin merely refused to waste more guesses on a mystery that he could not solve, and had gone off to see what he could make out of the appearance of things.
“It’s one too many for me,” Darrin finally confessed to himself. Removing some of his clothing and his shoes, he lay down on a lounge, drawing a blanket over him.