He looked at her in astonishment.
“It is Griscom Forrester’s yacht; she lies in the East River not far from Twenty-third Street. If she has given him the packet he will get up steam at once.”
Like lightning his mind grasped the situation. He stepped to the desk, took up the ’phone that stood there, and asked for the Waldorf-Astoria. With the receiver to his ear awaiting a reply he turned to her, calmly.
“What sized yacht is the Wizard?”
“About seventy tons.”
“And her crew?”
“I think, fifteen men.”
“Thank you.” Then he spoke into the ’phone: “Ah, is that the Waldorf? I’d like to speak to Mr. G. A. Webster, if you please.”
While the connection was being made with Webster’s apartments, Kenyon said to the girl, quietly:
“Take the ’phone book, and find me the name Schmelzer.”