“Well—I don’t know—it worries me.”
“It doesn’t bother me, Jeff.”
And it didn’t, for several more busy days.
CHAPTER XIII
THE “HOODOO” STRIKES
“Hello, Sandy! How are you, Dick?” Larry met the returning chums as they climbed to the small estate wharf from the yacht tender, and while they strolled up the path he asked eagerly:
“Anything new? Anything suspicious?”
“Not even our Sandy could discover a thing,” Dick confided.
“Those emeralds aren’t on the yacht,” Sandy declared. “Captain Parks helped us by sending most of the crew ashore while Mr. Everdail took his wife to their woods camp. We went over the yacht——”
“With a fine-tooth comb!” Dick broke in. “We did make one big discovery, though.”
Larry turned toward him quickly.