A DIVE THAT WAS LIKE MAGIC
"What's wrong?" demanded Admiral Bentley, looking up quickly.
"I—I beg your pardon, sir," cried Mr. Farnum, though lowering his voice, "but I want a good look at the steward who has been attending to this end of the table."
"Nothing will be more simple," replied the admiral.
Just at that moment another steward entered the room.
"Ask that new steward to come here," directed the admiral.
The man hastened away in search of his mate.
"Pardon me, but is there any unusual reason why you wish to see that particular steward?" asked the admiral, in a low voice.
"The only reason, sir," replied Mr. Farnum dryly, "is that my friend, Benson, is certain the fellow is identical with the defaulting guardian of a young woman at present employed in my office. He is believed to have taken the last half-million dollars remaining of her fortune away with him into hiding."
"A half million dollars!" gasped the admiral.