He was equally well aware
that Mrs. Haxton was alive to the fact that there were letters for him.
Stump, who made his appearance at the moment, added a whiff of
awkwardness when he saw the envelopes in Dick's hands.
"Hello!" he growled, "you've bin pretty spry. Letters, eh? How did you
work it?"
"I am not able to tell you," was the frank answer. "Evidently some one
in London discovered the yacht's route long before I knew it myself."
"That's funny," said Stump, with a hint of doubt in the exclamation.
"It is probably a simple enough matter if it were cleared up," said
Irene off-handedly. "The _Aphrodite's_ ports of call are quite open to
the knowledge of any person who takes the trouble to inquire at Mr.
Fenshawe's residence. Mr. Royson will find, no doubt, that his friends
followed that course when he failed to let them know whither the vessel
was bound. But it is too hot to stand here in the sun. Let us go to the
hotel and look through our budget in comfort."
When opportunity served, Dick glanced at his unexpected mail.
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