One thing was certain. Whatever happened I must regain the letter. Personally it was to me of greater importance than the exposure of what was going on aboard the schooner.
I walked aft and discovered the lawyer in conversation with Tony Dibble.
"I suppose you have been to see the captain," said Mr. Ranson with a peculiar smile.
"Yes, sir, I have;" and I related the result of the interview.
"I had a talk with him about your case," went on the lawyer. "But I did not think he would get around it in this fashion. Well, I will see that you get through all right."
"I wouldn't care, excepting for that letter," I returned.
"We can get a search warrant, and hunt it up."
"But, in the mean time, Captain Hannock may destroy it. No doubt he thinks it of small account."
"If I were you I'd hunt it up on my own account," put in Dibble. "You did slick work finding out about that cargo of stones and kindlings, why can't you do as well finding out about that letter and your money?"
"I have half a notion of that sort," I replied "What do you think of it, Mr. Ranson?"
