"In that case there will probably be little repairing," nodded the spokesman. "Maybe tightening and oiling, and a few small parts to be replaced."
"That is about it."
"Couldn't I—" Bob began but Mr. Crowninshield held up a cautioning finger.
"I'd rather have you on shore," announced he quietly. Then turning to the electricians he added, "I suppose the radio aboard the yacht does not differ much from this set. There will be nothing but what you can handle."
"Nothing, sir; nothing at all," was the answer. "Besides, we are quite familiar with shipboard equipment. We do a lot of such work. Just before we came down here we went down to Long Island and put the Siren, a very fine steam yacht, into shape."
"The Siren, eh?" repeated Mr. Crowninshield as indifferently as he could.
"Yes, sir. Perhaps you know the boat, sir."
"I've never been aboard her," replied the capitalist slowly. "She belongs to——"
"To Mr. Daly, sir. As fine a yacht as was ever in the water."
Daly! At the name both Bob and his employer started. It was the very man Mr. Crowninshield had suspected.