For a moment Frank knew not what to do.
Should he face the new-comers and give them battle? He could hardly hope to successfully meet such odds.
What should he do?
In lieu of a better move he stepped behind the captain’s big desk. Through an orifice in the scrolled frame he could see and not be seen.
Down into the main cabin came four of the Aurelian’s men.
They were held at bay for some moments by the ghostly crew of the Veneta. But the love of gold overcame all their scruples finally and they came across to the door of the captain’s room.
They stepped inside, and as Frank had done before them, carefully examined everything.
Fortunately Frank had closed the door to the treasure vault; they did not find this.
But they came up to the captain’s desk and proceeded to ransack it. Frank watched them intently.
What should he do? In the very indecision of the moment the divers from the Aurelian moved away.