CHAPTER XXV.
THE SECRET OF THE VESSEL'S HOLD "Idiot that I am," cried Cleggett, "not to have covered that hole!" His chagrin was touching to behold.
"There, there, Cleggett," said Wilton Barnstable kindly, "do not reproach yourself too bitterly." "But to let him escape when I had him----" Cleggett finished the sentence with a groan.
But Wilton Barnstable was thinking.
"Please have some lights brought down here if you will, Captain," he said to Abernethy, "and ask Mr.Bard and Mr.Ward to come." In a few minutes the interior of the hold was illuminated with lanterns; it was as bright as day.

But the detectives did not proceed at once to a minute examination of the hold as Cleggett had supposed they would.
Instead, they stood in the waist of the vessel and thought.
Visibly they thought.

Wilton Barnstable thought.
Barton Ward thought.

Watson Bard thought.

They thought in silence.
Cleggett could almost feel these three master brains pulsating in unison, working in rhythmic accord, there in the silence; the sense of this intense cerebral effort became almost oppressive....
Finally Wilton Barnstable began to stroke his mustache, and a pleased smile stole over his plump and benign visage.