the height of the social season. Oh, the devil—I'd better be thinking about that luncheon."
All thought. All sat there silent. The black waters became a little rougher. On their surface small flecks of white began to appear. Minot looked up at the dark sky.
"Twenty-two after," said Paddock finally, and turned toward the engine. "Heaven grant that red light is on view. This is getting on my nerves."
Slyly the little launch poked its nose around the corner of the island and peeped at the majestic Lileth. Paddock snorted.
"Not a trace of it."
"I must have underestimated the time," said Minot. "Wha—what's that?"
"That? That's only thunder. Oh, this is going to be a pretty party!"
Suddenly the heavens blazed with lightning. The swell of the waters increased. Hastily Paddock backed the boat from the range of the Lileth's vision.
"Trimmer must go soon," cried Minot.
