have a wireless message relayed back to the
United States.

These messages came in veiled language, according to instructions, but
they conveyed to Powell Seaton the joyous news that these two far-away
members of the Motor Boat Club were proceeding safely on their long
journey, and that no harm was happening to them, nor to the precious
papers in their care.

One fine day a cablegram came all the way from Rio Janeiro which told
that Dick and Ab had reached that Brazilian city, and had turned over
the papers in their care to the waiting American for whom they were
intended.

A week after that came another cablegram, announcing that the American
syndicate had succeeding in locating the lost diamond field, and that
papers for a proper patent were being filed with the Brazilian
Government.

Right on top of that came the news, in the daily press, that Governor
Terrero, of Vahia, had been shot and killed by an escaped prisoner--a
former enemy whom the governor had greatly and wickedly harassed.

Captain Dave Lemly was captured about this time. He and Dalton, it
developed, had been the principal American agents in a big scheme for
smuggling Brazilian diamonds into the United States. The gems, it was
shown, were secretly shipped in quantities from Rio, aboard a sailing
ship. This ship, carrying a general cargo, was always met near
Beaufort by Lemly, in the "Black Betty," and the diamonds were taken
on the little black schooner. As the "Black Betty" sailed as a fishing
boat, Dave Lemly had always been able to evade the American customs
authorities, and a hugely profitable business in diamond smuggling had
been built up.

Governor Terrero, of the state of Vahia, Brazil, it is supposed, was
behind the southern end of the smuggling scheme, though this has not
been proved. Dalton, acting as the governor's go-between and spy, had
played his part well and desperately. Yet now, in the end, Dalton was
convicted on the evidence furnished by some of the members of the late
crew of the "Black Betty." So was Lemly, and both are now serving long
sentences in prison, along with the members of the crew of the
smuggling schooner.

Clodis recovered, after a few weeks. He was handsomely rewarded by the
new diamond syndicate for the dangers through which he had run. He
last remembered descending the stairs to the "Constant's" stairs, and
had no recollection of having been struck down.

All the members of the guard over at Lonely Island