"Oh, Mr. Kennedy, have you heard?" she cried. "You asked me to
keep a watch whether anything more happened to Mr. Barnes. So I
asked some friends of his to let me know of anything. He has a
yacht, the Sea Gull, which has been lying off City Island. Well,
last night the captain received a message to go to the hospital,
that Mr. Barnes wanted to see him. Of course it was a fake. Mr.
Barnes was too sick to see anybody on business. But when the
captain got back, he found that, on one pretext or another, the
crew had been got ashore--and the Sea Gull is gone--stolen! Some
men in a small boat must have overpowered the engineer. Anyhow,
she has disappeared. I know that no one could expect to steal a
yacht--at least for very long. She'd be recognized soon. But they
must know that, too."

Kennedy looked at his watch.

"It is only a few hours since the train started from Halifax," he
considered. "It will be due in New York early to-morrow morning--
twenty million dollars in gold and thirty millions in securities--
a seven-car steel train, with forty armed guards!"

"I know it," she said, anxiously, "and I am so afraid something is
going to happen--ever since I had to play the spy. But what could
any one want with a yacht?"

Kennedy shrugged his shoulders non-committally.

"It is one of the things that Mr. Lane must guard against," he
remarked, simply. She looked up quickly.