CHAPTER VII.
WAITING FOR THE PIRATE’S ATTACK.“Now, Mr. Burton,” said the detective, when the story was finished, “I wish you would do me a favor.”
“Certainly. What will it be, Mr. Carter?”
“I wish you would keep your men aboard the yacht for the remainder of the day and evening, for one thing.”
“I’ll do that, certainly.”
“And, in addition to that, instruct them to say nothing of what has happened to anybody, on pain of dismissal.”
“All right; and that, also.”
“Next, I wish you would keep silent yourself—until to-morrow morning.”
“Humph! Well, all right. It spoils a good story, however.”
“It is possible that we may have a better one to tell by that time.”
“How is that?”
“I suppose you are aware who I am, are you not?”
“Yes.”
“Detectives are always excusable for having theories.
