A medium sized yacht, you say?
Where is it?
Oh, at the Jackson Park lagoon.

I see; and who did you say owned it?
What's that?
I didn't quite catch the name--Coolidge?
What Coolidge?
Exactly; the fellow who killed himself out south.

Hold the wire." He swung about to face West, the receiver still at his ear.
"This mean anything to you ?" "It surely does," eagerly.

"The girl I spoke of was Natalie Coolidge.

By all the gods, we are on the right track." "All right, Dan," resuming his conversation.