And the answer: "Hello!"
"Give us some light here, please!"
The yacht's big search-light was thrown dazzlingly on the end of the wharf showing up all the figures in sharp silhouette.
The speed-boat approached unnoticed from the other side. The instant she drew alongside Riever sprang out and ran across. Pen guessed what was happening, and her heart seemed to stop and sink like a stone. But she followed Riever with a composed face.
All the men were looking over the other side, their heads down to keep the blinding glare out of their eyes. One had a rope with a grappling iron on the end of it. He was fishing for something while they all watched. The burly figure of Delehanty was conspicuous.
"What's wrong here?" demanded Riever.
"Don't know as there's anything wrong, sir. One of the men swimming here, said he dived into something suspicious. We're trying to locate it."
As he spoke the man with the rope said: "I've got it!" And started to haul in.
The green water surged up a little and the curved stem of the canoe rose out of it. The valise appeared, tied to a thwart.
Delehanty's harsh voice cried: "Counsell's canoe, by God! He never went away from here!"