“Every sheet is blank—it is waste-paper!” he shouted. “What confounded trick is this?”
“You'd better ask the man who gave that packet to your daughter,” suggested Mayo. He seemed to be less astonished than Marston and the girl. “I might have known that your man, Bradish, would be that kind of a sneak.”
“What do you know about Bradish being concerned in this?”
“I'm guessing it. Probably your daughter can say.”
“I'll have no more of your evasions, Alma. I'm going to the bottom of this matter now. Did Bradish give you this packet?”
“Yes, father.”
“How did it get to this man here?”
“I gave it to a man named Captain Wass.”
Again they heard the voice outside. “I don't care if he is busy! I tell you to take word to Captain Mayo that he is wanted right away on his schooner. Tell him it's Captain Wass.”
“The devil has sent that man along at about the right time,” declared Marston. He strode to the companion-way. “Inform Captain Wass that he is wanted on board here! Hide those bars till he is below!”