“Now, if there should happen to be much talk at the club to-night about this pirate and his daring robberies, the owners of the yachts would make a rush for their craft anchored here. They would desert the club-house, go aboard their vessels, arm themselves, and wait up the whole night in the expectation of seeing the pirate. It is true that they would make more or less of a joke of it, but they would do it all the same, and in that case, if my theory still holds good, the pirate chief would receive a signal of some kind, and he would not show up.”
“I see the point, only I don’t understand about the signal.”
“That is a part of my theory.”
“Do I understand you to mean that some person connected with the club is in league with the pirate, and would notify him not to appear?”
“No; I do not exactly mean all that. But my meaning is near enough to that idea, so that I wish nothing to be said at present.”
“Very good. I’ll be mum.”
“Now, I wish you two to go ashore together. I want you, Kane, to call up my house over the telephone, and get my assistant, Chick, on the other end of the wire. Ask him to come out here as soon as possible, by rail. He can get here in about fifty minutes.”
“Yes.”
“Please arrange to meet him somewhere—at the station would be the best place—and bring him quietly to the yacht.”