A radio was at Johnny’s elbow. He turned the dial.
“Just in time to hear the Voice.”
“The Ferret” started. The Chief’s scowl deepened. The whispering reporter moved uneasily in his place.
* * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, Grace Palmer, the college girl, had received a second mysterious letter. It came this time by messenger. It read:
“The package you seek is hidden among the rocks of the breakwater on the island, just at the point where it turns from east to north.”
She read this with no little astonishment.
“The Crown Jewels!” she murmured.
She looked at her watch. It was nearly ten o’clock, a moonless night.
For a moment she hesitated, a moment only. Then she went to the telephone.