were these words, written in a strong, masculine hand:
To father, from Harold. Merry Xmas!
"Why, Harold must have given this to his father," said Dick, thoughtfully. "And if so"
"Do you think the coat belonged to Mr. Bird?" broke in Sam.
"Perhaps. Did you find anything else?"
"Ve titn't look," came from Hans, who stood in the doorway. "So dot vos a picture of Harold Pird, alretty! Dot vos kveer!"
"It is astonishing," said Dick. "Sam, see if you can find anything else."
Sam went back and Hans with him, and while they were gone Dick, through the speaking tube, acquainted Tom with the discovery made.
"Maybe Mr. Bird was on this steam yacht," called up Tom.
Sam and Hans went over the stuff in the lockers with care. They found some cards bearing the name of James Morrison and a short note about a meeting of a yacht club addressed to Barton Knox.
"Those men must have been on the Mermaid," said Sam. "Perhaps they were part owners. Frequently several men or a whole club own a yacht like this in common."
