“Have you learned anything new?” Enid inquired hopefully of Mr. Randall, after the reporters had gone.
“We’re making progress,” he informed. “Your father’s description has been broadcast over the radio and the police teletypes. I’ve brought some pictures from the Rogues Gallery that I want you to try to identify.”
For the next fifteen minutes Enid studied photographs of noted criminals known to have records for kidnapping, but as each was presented to her, she only shook her head.
“I’m afraid I can’t be of much help. You see, I caught such a fleeting glance of the two men.”
After the detective had returned to shore somewhat disappointed at her failure to identify any of the photographs, Rex said that he too must leave.
“Surely, you girls aren’t intending to stay here alone tonight?” he inquired.
Enid and Madge had made no plans but now that they considered it, they were reluctant to leave the yacht. Rex suggested that his mother would be pleased to have them stay at the Stewart home, but the girls felt they could not accept.
“We might possibly get word from Father during the night,” Enid explained, “and anyway, the cook and our sailors will be coming back early in the morning. I must be here to tell them what has happened.”
“I wish you had asked for a police guard,” Rex returned with a troubled frown. “I don’t like the idea of you staying here alone.”
“We’re not cut off from the mainland now that we have the motor boat,” Madge pointed out. “Honestly, we’re not a bit afraid.”