"Nothing a little more definite, I suppose?"
"Stay! I remember that there was an empty house with broken windows almost opposite, and that on either side of the steps leading up to the front door were two stone eagles with outstretched wings. The head of one of the eagles—the left, I think—was missing."
The inspector noted these things in his pocket-book, and just as he had finished we picked up a cab and called it to the side walk. When we had got in and given the driver Mr. Wetherell's address, I said to the inspector:
"What are you going to do first?"
"Put some men on to find Mr. Draper, and some more to find an island schooner with her blocks newly painted green."
"You won't be long in letting us know what you discover, will you?" I said. "Remember how anxious we all are."
"You may count on my coming to you at once with any news I may have," he said.
A few moments later we drew up at Mr. Wetherell's door. Bidding the Inspector good-bye we went up the steps and rang the bell. By the time the cab was out in the street again we were in the house making our way, behind the butler, to Mr. Wetherell's study.
The old gentleman had not gone to bed, but sat just as I had left him so many hours before. As soon as we were announced he rose to receive us.
"Thank God, Mr. Hatteras, you have come back!" he said. "I have been in a perfect fever waiting for you. What have you to report?"
"Not very much, I'm afraid," I answered. "But first let me have the pleasure of introducing the real
