“As near as I can figure it, about twenty thousand dollars’ worth. That includes the cash he took, which amounts to almost three thousand. Why, Nick, he didn’t leave us a solid silver piece of any description on the yacht. You will see that for yourself when we go down to luncheon.”
The Goalong was passing through Hell Gate at the moment, and Nick, who had been thinking deeply since Kane’s last remark, turned to him suddenly.
“I believe you said we were bound for the anchorage, where the pirate visited you, eh?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“What was your idea in doing that?”
“Well, I thought you might like to see the ground—that is, the ripples—where the thing occurred.”
“Yes, I would,” said Nick seriously. And then he added: “Do you happen to have bathing-suits aboard, Max?”
“Sure! Why? Want to take a swim?”
“Oh, I thought of it. I always feel that way when I get out on the water! and it is a very warm day, don’t you think?”
“I’ll bet it is hot enough to boil eggs along Broadway by this time.”