CHAPTER XXIV.
THE SUIT OF CLOTHES Mr.Lindsey made no further remark until we were half through our lunch--and it was not to me that he then spoke, but to a waiter who was just at his elbow.
"There's three things you can get me," he said.

"Our bill--a railway guide--a map of Scotland.

Bring the map first." The man went away, and Mr.Lindsey bent across the table.
"Largo is in Fife," said he.

"We'll go there.

I'm going to see that yacht with my own eyes, and hear with my own ears what the man who found it has got to say.