"Craig!" I called desperately, "Craig!"

There was no answer. The silence, the echo of the lapping water
under the wharf was appalling, mocking.

I managed to call the Secret Service men and they got Wu Fang's
body up on the wharf.

But I could not leave the spot.

Where was Craig? There was not a sign of him. I could not realize
it, even when the men brought grappling irons and began to search
the black water.

It was all a hideous dream. I saw and heard, in a daze.

. . . . . . .

It was not until late that night that I returned to the Dodge
house.

I had delayed my return as long as I could, but I knew that I must
see Elaine some time.

As I entered even Jennings must have seen that something was
wrong. Elaine, who was sitting in the library with Aunt Josephine,
rose as she saw me.

"Did you get them?" she asked eagerly.