The day was spent in looking around Sydney and passing the time as best he could.
Old Broadbrim was soon up the next day and went on board the coaster in which he had secured passage.
In Melbourne he went direct to the house of the chief of police, but that official was not in the city.
Old Broadbrim went back to the wharf and stood watching a splendid vessel just coming in.
Something seemed to thrill him while he watched the craft which majestically rode the waves, and all at once he uttered a little exclamation of joy.
It was the Intrepid!
After all he had beaten his quarry to Melbourne.
Merle Macray, thanks to an accident to the vessel in mid-ocean, as Old Broadbrim afterward learned, was delayed, and he now came in a little behind time, but in time for him to spot his man.
Well concealed, he watched the passengers as they came over the planks to the pier, and every one was closely scrutinized.
"What's become of him?" cried Old Broadbrim, as the last one stepped upon the quay. "Did the ocean get him? Have I lost my man and justice her prey?"