“I know that.”
“Then you can bank upon it that he has brought Bessie here. You can make up your mind that the Shadow is somewhere at the bottom of that little harbor, waiting until Cadillac has further need of her. Remember that he can sink her at will. Remember that those steel masts of hers are nothing more or less than means by which she can be approached and her pumps set to work to raise her after she has been immersed and abandoned for a long time. I do not know, but I have no doubt that he could leave her there for the better part of a year and then raise her again at will.”
“And what shall we do now, Nick?”
“Do? Why go to the castle.”
“But how are we to get inside?”
“I do not know that—yet.”
“The thing doesn’t look as if we could ever get inside of it, if those who are already there should choose to keep us out.”
“Max, I never saw a house in my life which I could not find a way to enter, if I started out to do it.”
“Great Scott! You don’t call that thing a house, do you?”