THREE:Wait till I get to that, urged Sandy. Well, they learned, somehow, that Mr. Everdail was in California and his wife was taking the emeralds to London. They didnt have any conspirator on the yachtthenor else they would have gotten the real emeralds long ago. So there was just those five in the bandJeff, Mr. Everdail, Gaston, the man we havent seen, and the injured pilot.
Sandy and Dick were in their places, ready to observe and to transmit signals by using the flashlampone flash, directed onto the dash before Jeff so it would not distract Larry, meant turn to the right, two meant a left turn, three quick flicks would tell of the discovery of the hydroplane.And so he had to accept it. He rose, with a slight sigh, and returned to the examination of his spoils."That's all right," Landor said; "are you hunting?"When Everdail gave me all the facts he had about the London attempt to ruin the emeralds, the first idea I had was that some independent robber had failed to find the real gems and, in spite, had damaged the imitations.But she was not to be turned off with levity. It was a serious matter, involving consequences of the sternest sort. Mrs. Taylor was of the class of minds which holds that just such laxities as this strike at the root of society. "It is not a joke, Joshua. She pollutes our home."
