imply shifted the two men who were there over
to our place."

"Did you and O'Connel both decide to leave?"

Bob's eyes twinkled.

"O'Connel has just answered an advertisement as operator aboard a
private yacht," said he, exchanging a glance with Mr. Crowninshield.
Evidently there was some jest between them that amused them vastly.

Curiously Walter looked from one to the other.

"Better tell him, Bob," murmured the New Yorker in a low tone.

"Why you see, kid, O'Connel had a chance to go as wireless man aboard
the _Siren_."

"Not--not the yacht that has Lola on it!"

"The very same--at least we hope it has Lola."

"But--but--I don't understand," muttered His Highness as if dazed.

"Evidently, so far as we can make it out, the _Siren_ passed through
the Canal and not daring to land, cruised along the coast where she
must have met with rough weather. Of course that is purely surmise on
the detective's part. Anyhow, her radio operator broke his arm and had
to be replaced by another man so they advertised for some one. Luckily
Dacie saw the item in the want column of the New York paper and set
O'Connel on the job. The arrangements have all been by letter through
the general mail delivery of New York so we still have no notion as to
where the _Siren_ is. On Tuesday, however, O'Connel is to go over to
New York, an agent is to meet him, and he is to be told where to go."

"And I suppose Mr. Dacie or Mr. Lyman will be on hand and go along too
to nail their man!" cried the delighted Walter.

"Not so fast, son," returned Mr. Crowninshield. "We are not going to
track them down so close and scare them off at the outset. No, we
sha'n't send any one with O'Connel. He'll go and meet the agent and
follow up directions precisely as if he knew nothing about Lola. With
Bob here operating a wireless and O'Connel in constant communication
with him, we will have all the inside information we're after.
O'Connel can soon let us know where the yacht is; whether Lola is
aboard of her; and exactly when and where the owners of the _Siren_
are proposing to land. They can't make a move which we shall not know
about in a flash. A pretty neat arrangement, I call it!" The New York
magnate rubbed his hands together softly.

"Gee! Well, Mr. Lyman and Mr. Dacie have sure been busy!" was Walter's
comment.

"You do not mention that I, too, have been busy," chuckled Mr.
Crowninshield. "While you have been chasing the dogs over the fields
an