“Will you come in?” she asked, as the officer’s foot touched the deck.
“If you please.”
“You see,” he began at once, while his keen eyes roamed from corner to corner of the cabin, “my visit has to do with a bit of a curio you found lately.”
“The blue candlestick?” suggested Florence.
“Exactly, I—”
“We really don’t know much—”
“You may know more than you think. Now sit down nice and easy and tell me all you do know and about all the queer things that have happened to you since you came to live in this here boat.”
Florence seated herself on the edge of her chair, then told in dramatic fashion of her adventures in the old museum.
“Exactly!” said the officer emphatically when she had finished. “Queer! Mighty queer, now, wasn’t it? And now, is that all?”
“Lucile, my friend here, had a rather strange experience in the Spanish Mission. Perhaps she’ll tell you of it.”