sobbed wildly. "Was he poisoned? Oh, can't you find
out? Can't you help me?"

Suddenly her voice in wild appeal sank almost to a hoarse whisper. "You
must not let anybody know that I came to you," she implored.

"Why not?"

"Oh--I--I am just afraid--that's all."

There was real fear in her tone and face now, fear for herself.

"Where is the body?" asked Kennedy, to get her mind off whatever hung
like an incubus over it.

"Down on the _Haytien_, at the pier, over in Brooklyn, still," she
replied. "They kept us all interned there. But my guardian had enough
influence to get off for a time and while he is arranging for quarters
for our stay after we are released, I slipped away to see you."

"You must go back to the boat?"

"Oh, yes. We agreed to go back."

"Then I shall be down immediately," Craig promised. "If you will go
ahead, I will see you there. Perhaps, at first you had better not
recognize me. I will contrive some way to meet you. Then they will not
know."

"Thank you," she murmured, as she rose to go, now in doubt whether she
had done the best thing to come to Craig, now glad that she had some
outside assistance in which she could trust.

He accompanied her to the door, bidding her keep up her courage, then
closed it, waiting until her footsteps down the hall had died away.

Then he opened our door and caught sight of Burke's face.

"That's strange, Burke," he began, before he realized what the
expression on his face meant. "There's a woman--what? You don't mean to
tell me that you knew her?"

"Why, yes," hastened Burke. "There was a rich old planter, Henri Aux
Cayes, aboard, too. She's his ward, Mademoiselle Collette."

"That's right," nodded Craig in surprise.

"She's the woman I was telling you about. She may be a little dark, but
she's a beauty, all right. I heard what she said. No wonder she was so
frantic, then."

"What do you know of the bankers, Forsythe & Co.?" asked Craig.

"Forsythe & Co.?" considered Burke. "Well, not much, perhaps. But for a
long time, I believe, they've been the bankers and promoters of defunct
Caribbean islands, reaping a rich harvest out of the troubles of those
decrepit governments, playing one against the other."

"H-m," mused Kennedy. "Can you go over to Brooklyn with me now?"

"Of course," agreed Burke, brightening up. "That was what I hoped you'd
do."

Kennedy and I were just about to leave the laboratory with Burke when an
idea seemed to occur to