Vee glances over her shoulder.
"Go on," says she. Then, a bit louder: "Tell—tell me the worst, Torchy."
"I ain't sure yet," says I, "but take it from me there's something bein' hatched on this yacht besides cold-storage eggs."
"Hatched?" says Vee.
"S-s-s-sh!" says I. "Underhanded work; mutiny, maybe."
"O-o-o-oh!" says Vee, givin' a little squeal. "Who could do anything like that?"
"I'm not saying," says I; "but there's a certain party who ain't just what he seems. You'd never guess, either. But just keep your eye on J. Dudley."
"Wh-a-at!" gasps Vee. "Mr. Simms?"
"Uh-huh," says I. "Listen. He knows about Nunca Secos Key, don't he? And about the gold and jewels there?"
"That's so," says Vee. "But so do all of us. Only we don't know just where the island is."