For by this and that, I'm going to know what's become of Sir Gilbert Carstairs!" We presently left Mr.Gavin Smeaton, with a promise to keep him posted up, and a promise on his part that he'd come to Berwick, if that seemed necessary; and then we set out on our journey.

It was not such an easy business to get quickly to Largo, and the afternoon was wearing well into evening when we reached it, and found the police official who had wired to Berwick.

There was not much that he could tell us, of his own knowledge.

The yacht, he said, was now lying in the harbour at Lower Largo, where it had been brought in by a fisherman named Andrew Robertson, to whom he offered to take us.

Him we found at a little inn, near the harbour--a taciturn, somewhat sour-faced fellow who showed no great desire to talk, and would probably have given us scant information if we had not been accompanied by the police official, though he brightened up when Mr.Lindsey hinted at the possibility of reward.
"When did you come across this yacht ?" asked Mr.Lindsey.
"Between eight and nine o'clock this morning," replied Robertson.
"And where ?" "About seven miles out--a bit outside the bay." "Empty ?" demanded Mr.Lindsey, looking keenly at the man.