"Not a soul in her ?" "Not a soul!" answered Robertson.

"Neither alive nor dead!" "Were her sails set at all ?" asked Mr.Lindsey.
"They were not.

She was just drifting--anywhere," replied the man.

"And I put a line to her and brought her in." "Any other craft than yours about at the time ?" inquired Mr.Lindsey.
"Not within a few miles," said Robertson.
We went off to the yacht then.

She had been towed into a quiet corner of the harbour, and an old fellow who was keeping guard over her assured us that nobody but the police had been aboard her since Robertson brought her in.