"There'll be lots of news about him, one way or another, before we're through with all this." We went out into the street then, and at his request I took Mr.Lindsey to the docks, to see the friendly skipper, who was greatly delighted to tell the story of my rescue.

We stopped on his ship talking with him for a good part of the morning, and it was well past noon when we went back to the hotel for lunch.

And the first thing we saw there was a telegram for Mr.Lindsey.He tore the envelope open as we stood in the hall, and I made no apology for looking over his shoulder and reading the message with him.
"Just heard by wire from Largo police that small yacht answering description of Carstairs' has been brought in there by fishermen who found it early this morning in Largo Bay, empty." We looked at each other.

And Mr.Lindsey suddenly laughed.
"Empty!" he exclaimed.

"Aye!--but that doesn't prove that the man's dead!".