ignificantly. The two
city electricians were approaching.

"Well, sir," began the foreman, "I guess your wireless tests out
pretty near right; we've signalled our home company and got a reply
from New York clear as a bell. With this chap at hand," he motioned to
Bob, "you won't be needing us much longer, I reckon."

"Have you got to rush back to another job?" questioned the financier.

"Well, there is always plenty to do," grinned the man good-humoredly.

"You couldn't remain over a few days and overhaul my yacht, could you?
She is anchored out in the bay close at hand. If you could be
tightening things aboard her and seeing everything is right I would
keep this young man at this shore station."

"Why--" the mechanic hesitated, fingering the roll of bills that
stuffed his pocket. "Why," repeated he, "I imagine we could fix things
up with the boss and stick round until whatever you wanted done was
completed, sir."

"Arrange it then. Get the yacht into condition quickly so we can put
to sea any day now that we choose."

"We'll do that, Mr. Crowninshield," responded the men in chorus.
"Unless there is a lot to do to the outfit--"

"There isn't. It was all new in the fall; and we have been in Florida
this winter too, so the ship has been in commission and constantly
taken care of."

"In that case there will probably be little repairing," nodded the
spokesman. "Maybe tightening and oiling, and a few small parts to be
replaced."

"That is about it."

"Couldn't I--" Bob began but Mr. Crowninshield held up a cautioning
finger.

"I'd rather have you on shore," announced he quietly. Then turning to
the electricians he added, "I suppose the radio aboard the yacht does
not differ much from this set. There will be nothing but what you can
handle."

"Nothing, sir; nothing at all," was the answer. "Besides, we are quite
familiar with shipboard equipment. We do a lot of such work. Just
before we came down here we went down to Long Island and put the
_Siren_, a very fine steam yacht, into shape."

"The _Siren_, eh?" repeated Mr. Crowninshield as indifferently as he
could.

"Yes, sir. Perhaps you know the boat, sir."

"I've never been aboard her," replied the capitalist slowly. "She
belongs to----"

"To Mr. Daly, sir. As fine a yacht as was ever in the water."

Daly! At the name both Bob and his employer started. It was the very
man Mr. Crowninshield had suspected.

"So Daly has a place down on Long Island, has