“Then I played up sick. Knocked out, you know. Said I was coming off to the yacht and turn in.”
“That was a good idea, too.”
“Now, Nick, what is the next thing?”
“The next thing is to wait.”
“That is about the hardest thing in the world to do.”
“That is what we will have to do for the present. There won’t be anything doing at the pirate’s end of the string before two o’clock—if there is then.”
“You are not as confident as you were, are you?”
“Oh, yes, I am; but we can never be certain, you know.”
“What is the game, Nick?” asked Chick quietly.
“We will put on our bathing-suits about midnight, I think,” replied the detective.