Helen sighed.
"But he soon will be. I wish he were here instead of downstairs."
Ray protested.
"Please be nautically correct. Remember we are on a ship. You don"t say "downstairs"; you say "below.""
Mr. Steell turned round with a smile.
"I had no idea you were so well posted in sailor"s parlance."
The young girl laughed.
"Oh, you don"t know half my accomplishments. I"m cleverer than you give me credit for."
The young man leaned half over the chair as he whispered:
"I wouldn"t dare tell you how clever I think you."
"Why?"
"Because--of my own peace of mind."
Helen broke in on the conversation. Addressing the lawyer, she said:
"Now Kenneth is away, we shall expect you to come to the house very often."
The lawyer bowed.
"It"s always a pleasure to call."
"Be sure to come next Sunday evening. I expect some friends. We"ll have some music."
"May I bring someone?"
"Certainly. Any friend of yours is welcome."
"Who is it?" asked Ray impertinently. "Male or female?"
"I believe it"s a male," smiled the lawyer. "It looks like a male and talks like one." More seriously he went on: "His name is d.i.c.k Reynolds. He has just pa.s.sed his bar examination and is practicing temporarily in my office. His people live out West and being alone here, he is glad enough to have somewhere to go."
"Bring him by all means," exclaimed Ray. "Has he any accomplishments--apart from being a male?"
"Yes--he plays the piano indifferently, and tennis admirably. He swims like a fish, and can run like a hare. But his best accomplishment is a gift that one seldom sees developed----"
"What is that?" exclaimed both his listeners at once.
"He is a born detective--a regular Sherlock Holmes in real life. I have tested him several times with extraordinary results. I have given him the most difficult cases to unravel. He has found the solution in every one."
Ray clapped her hands.
"Oh, I love that," she said. "Don"t forget to invite him. Only the trouble is we have nothing to unravel."
"I have a skein of silk," interrupted Helen facetiously.
Suddenly the lawyer stopped speaking and quickly sitting up in his chair stared intently in the distance at a face in the crowd which had caught his eye.
"Who is it?" demanded Ray, her woman"s jealousy aroused.
"I may be mistaken," he replied, "but I thought I saw your friend Signor Keralio."
Helen looked up quickly.
"My friend?" she exclaimed. "He"s no friend of mine. I wonder what he"s doing here. He can"t be sailing."
"He"s up to no good, I wager that," growled the lawyer.
"You don"t like him either, do you?" smiled Ray.
"Does anyone?" he answered. "I don"t see how Kenneth can have anything to do with such a cheap type of adventurer."
Helen hastened to explain.
"Ken doesn"t care for him at all, only they are both interested in the same business deal--a silver mine in Mexico. Ken bought stock and Keralio is the only man he knows connected with it. That"s why."
The lawyer gave vent to a grunt of disgust.
"If Keralio has anything to do with it, good-bye to Ken"s money. In my opinion the fellow"s a crook."
Suddenly Helen pointed to a spot away down at the other end of the deck.
"Yes--you"re right--there he is--behind that third lifeboat. He"s talking to some one."
The lawyer looked in the direction indicated.
"Yes--and do you see the secretive way in which they"re talking--hiding behind that boat, as if so that no one might see them. They"re plotting some mischief, you may be sure of that. Who"s the other fellow?"
Helen strained her eyes to see.
"I can"t see his face. Oh, yes I can--why--it"s our Francois--Kenneth"s valet. What can they be talking about? I don"t trust that valet. Only the other day I caught him reading some letters. I warned Ken about him; but he insists he is faithful--I wonder what they can have in common? He used to be in Signor Keralio"s employ."
The lawyer shook his head ominously. Gravely he said:
"That fellow Keralio will bear watching. I think I"ll put my Sherlock Holmes on his track."
Ray laughed.
"Oh, that would be exciting--a drama in real life. Please do----"