"In what trade?"
"Operated for pleasure exclusively," a slight tone of mockery in the soft voice. "A rather expensive luxury, of course, but available all the year around in this latitude."
"I failed to catch the captain's name—yours, I presume?"
He laughed, pausing to light another cigarette.
"Still it is one you seem fairly familiar with—Henley, Philip Henley."
CHAPTER XXII
I CHANGE FRONT
This statement of his identity, spoken calmly, and smilingly, was such a surprise that I could but stare at the man, half convinced I had misunderstood his words.
"You see, Craig," he continued quietly, apparently comprehending my state of mind, "your little game is up. Not a bad plan originally—something of a criminal genius that fellow Neale—but he failed to count on the fact that I was very much alive, and fully capable of attending to my own affairs. By the way, what part did the girl play in this little conspiracy? Merely a friend of yours, who came along for company?"