“I—I don't know! Something seems to be the matter with me.” He wrenched at his throat with his hand.
“And after what I did—my wicked foolishness—those papers—”
“Go on! I propose to get to the bottom of this thing,” declared Marston.
The young man drove his hand into his pocket, pulled out the sealed packet, and forced it into the girl's hands. Marston promptly seized it.
“You have not opened it?”
“No, sir.”
“I did not open it, either,” cried the girl. “I sealed it, just as it was tied up.”
Marston ripped off the strings and the wax.
Outside a loud voice was hailing the yacht. “Compliments of Captain Wass to Captain Mayo, and will he please say when he is coming back aboard his schooner?”
The financier paid no attention; he was busy with the papers. His face was white with rage. He threw them about him on the floor.