is sister is named that--also
that the strange woman who ran away from the office, and whom I found
in our garage, was named the same--the fact that Mr. Haley's sister is
strangely missing, and under some sort of a cloud--which would also cover
Mrs. Raymond--and you see the coincidences; don't you?"

"Indeed I do!" declared Eline. "Oh, Cora, if it should turn out that they
are the same person!"

"It would be remarkable. But even if it were so we could not help him.
We could give him no clue as to his sister's whereabouts now."

"Well, we must find out what his sister's last name is. He has invited
us over there, and I think I can speak to him on the subject. It is worth
trying, anyhow. Suppose we go and join the others."

"Shall you tell them?" asked Eline.

"Not yet."

They found the rest of the party down on the shore of the cove. The moon
was up and the picture presented was an attractive one. Two points,
jutting out into the ocean, came near enough together to make a sort
of strait that led into the bay.

Opening out of the big bay was a smaller cove--called Sandy--from the fine
extent of bathing beach it afforded. It was just back of this beach that
several cottages had been put up, also the two bungalows occupied by our
friends.

The point on which the lighthouse was built was somewhat in the shape
of a shoe, and on the farthermost extremity were black rocks, extending,
as I have said, out in a dangerous reef from which the flashing light
warned vessels. The point was built up with fishermen's cottages, or
modest houses, and around the bay was located the village of Sandy Point,
a small settlement, but one that was gradually growing as the summer
colonists found out its beauty.

"I hope the _Petrel_ is here, all right," remarked Jack, when they had
talked of many other matters.

"We'll have to see the first thing in the morning," declared Ed.

"Yes, I am anxious to get her afloat," spoke Cora. "The water is lovely
around here."

"Well, you ought to know," came from Walter, "you were out on it to-day."

"We'll have some fun bathing," said Norton. "You say that lighthouse girl
has won swimming prizes, Cora?"

"Yes."

"Maybe we can get up some races," came from Bess. "Do you swim, Eline?"

"Some. That's what everyone says, I believe."

They talked and strolled, and strolled and talked, until the lateness of
the hour sent them to their bungalows.

There was some little excitement about getting s