Soon after breakfast, Mr. Burnett’s cook and three sailors appeared upon the scene, and after she had given them orders for the day, Enid was ready to leave.
“It’s a relief to know someone will be at the yacht while we’re gone,” she said to Madge as they drove away in the motor boat. “Jose the cook was quite broken up to hear about Father. And the sailors too have always liked him.”
At the police station, the girls related the happenings of the night. While the authorities offered no comment other than to ask a few questions, it was plain that the incident puzzled them. Enid had hoped the police would have good news to report, but seemingly, the case was at a standstill.
“There’s very little we can do until some communication is received from the kidnappers,” Mr. Randall told her. “Rest assured a demand for ransom will be made soon.”
“But more than twenty-four hours has elapsed already,” Enid protested. “If those men were after money I should have thought they would have left a note behind at the time of the kidnapping.”
The girls spent over an hour at the station and left more discouraged than ever. Although Enid was trying desperately to maintain her courage, she was beginning to fear that she might never see her father again.
Before returning to their motor boat they stopped at a street corner to purchase newspapers. The story of the kidnapping had been spread out on the front page in bold print and their own photographs stared them in the face.
“Oh, dear,” Enid lamented, “it’s dreadful to get you mixed up in this. I invited you here for a pleasant vacation and instead, plunged you into all this publicity.”
“I’m here to help,” Madge assured her. “If only we had something to work on!”
They walked on to the water front and were just boarding the motor boat when Madge clutched her friend by the arm.