“And, by the way, those cards in the locker of the yacht,” said Leonard; “do you know anything of Jacob Rush, of Jersey City?”
“No, but I will inside of twenty-four hours.”
“Thirty-two Main street, Dalton, which was written on the other card, is, as I mentioned, the address of Geoffrey Haywood’s place of business. I remember the large gilded sign very well. You don’t suppose that villain has anything to do with the smuggling business, do you?”
“I don’t know, I am sure. Every clew is worth followingup. Why did you leave the cards in the boat, instead of bringing them with you?”
“For two reasons. First, I thought I would leave the yacht in your charge, and let you advertise for an owner, stating that the cards were found in the locker, and mentioning the addresses on them.Some one implicated might then appear to claim it. Second, the taking of the cards would betray the fact that interested parties had the boat in charge. For who would go to the trouble of taking them except somebody that regarded them as of special significance?”
“Well, you are partly right. I will advertise the yacht, but will say nothing about the cards. That might put the parties on their guard. We will let them think they have not been noticed. If the right person answers the advertisement, you may be sure that he will search for them when he comes to examine the boat. And I’ll have all his movements watched.”
“Perhaps,” said Leonard, “we can kill two birds with one stone—capture both the murderer and the smugglers.”
“We’ll try,” replied Mr. Stark. “And now, what do you propose to do next?”
“I want to go to New York, and see my employers, Duncan & Mishler.”
“But not as you are.”