He went quietly to the little room assigned him and shut himself in.
He had taken passage under the name of Logan Lane, and as such was known to Lord Harway.
In a little while he heard his name called in the corridor beyond his door, and upon going out he found his lordship there.
"We are off," said the Englishman, with delight. "The Maybloom is cutting the water like a knife, and I want you to come up on deck and look at her."
Old Broadbrim ascended to the main deck and looked at the receding city.
Lord Harway handed him his glass, and the detective put it to his eager eyes.
He scanned the crowds on the pier, and suddenly found the man he had seen on two occasions within the past twenty-four hours.
He was looking at the yacht with expressions of chagrin, and the detective could see that he was bitterly disappointed.
He had escaped him, and when he thought of the threat he had breathed against Mag of the Dusthole, he feared for her safety.
As long as he held the glass to his eyes he could see the man watching the Maybloom, and at last he turned away confident that he had outwitted Merle Macray's spy.