Still, we fancied--" Sir Cresswell rose from his chair and motioned to Petherton.
"Well," he said, "I think you and I, Petherton, had better complete our toilets, and then give a look in at the authorities here and find out if anything has been received by wireless or from the coastguard stations about the yacht.

In the meantime," he added, turning to Vickers and Copplestone, "Gilling can tell you what's been going on in your absence--you'll learn from it that our impression is that the Squire, as we call him, was on the _Pike_ with you." The two elder men went away, and Copplestone turned to Gilling.
"What have you got ?" he asked eagerly.

"Live news!" "Might have been livelier and more satisfactory," answered Gilling, "if it hadn't been for the factor which none of us can help--luck! We tracked the Squire." "You did ?" exclaimed Copplestone.

"Where ?" "When I said we I should have said Swallow," continued Gilling.

"You remember that afternoon of our return from Bristol, Copplestone?
It seems ages away now, though as a matter of time it's only four days ago!--Well, that afternoon Swallow, who had had two or three more keeping a sharp look out for the Squire, got a telephone message from one of 'em saying that he'd tracked his man to the Fragonard Club.