To his great disappointment, the form was as indistinct as before. That it might be a whale he knew quite well. He suggested the idea to Johnny.
“But it’s not a whale—I’m sure of it!” Johnny whispered. Swinging his moving-picture camera into range, he managed to catch the rear half of it before it passed from view.
“The camera sees more than the eye,” he murmured. “Here’s hoping.”
Dave turned again to his task of exploring the under-sea wall. He signalled their continued descent.
A moment later the ear-phones on deck were silent. Both Dave and the mysterious whisperer were unheard.
“Who could that have been?” Mildred asked.
“I’ve no idea,” was Doris’ reply.
“Do you know,” Mildred added dreamily, “I have a feeling that whisperer was not far away!”
Doris started to speak but checked herself, suddenly. Once again she had caught the weird tones of the whisperer.
“One-eighty—eighty-two—eighty-six,” he droned. Then he raised his voice above the whisper, and called: