"Did he say sister?" cried Elizabeth.

"Well--no--not in those words," shuffled Kidd, perceiving quickly wherein
his error lay, "but--ah--I jumped at the conclusion, seeing his intense
enthusiasm for the lady's beauty and--er--intellectual qualities, that he
referred to you, and it is from yourself that I have gained my knowledge
as to the fraternal, not to say sororal, relationship that exists between
you."

"That man's a diplomat from Diplomaville!" muttered Sir Henry Morgan, who,
with Abeuchapeta and Conrad, was listening at the port without.

"He is that," said Abeuchapeta, "but he can't last much longer. He's
perspiring like a pitcher of ice-water on a hot day, and a spirit of his
size and volatile nature can't stand much of that without evaporating. If
you will observe him closely you will see that his left arm already has
vanished into thin air."

"By Jove!" whispered Conrad, "that's a fact! If they don't let up on him
he'll vanish. He's getting excessively tenuous about the top of his head."

All of which was only too true. Subjected to a scrutiny which he had
little expected, the deceitful ambassador of the thieving band was rapidly
dissipating, and, as those without had so fearsomely noted, was in
imminent danger of complete sublimation, which, in the case of one
possessed of so little elementary purity, meant nothing short of
annihilation. Fortunately for Kidd, however, his wonderful tact had
stemmed the tide of suspicion. Elizabeth was satisfied with his
explanation, and in the minds of at least three of the most influential