"Trust me for that, gentlemen."
"I'm sorry for his wife," said Otway meditatively.
O'Donovan grinned. "Ah, I haven't told you the yarn--she's not his wife! She bolted from her husband, who is a big swell in Auckland, a Mr.----."
"How did you get on their tracks?"
"Sydney police found out that two people answering their description had sailed for the Islands in the Tucopia , and cabled over to us. We thought they had lit out for America. I only got here the day before yesterday in the Ryno , from Auckland."
Otway paid him some very florid compliments on his smartness, and then after another drink or two, the detective went on shore, highly pleased.
As soon as he was gone, Otway turned to Robertson.
"You won't stand in my way, Robertson, will you?" he asked--"I want to see the poor de
