Part 26 (2/2)

The Bradys instead of landing at the pier ran further down and tied up at a float from which they pa.s.sed to the sh.o.r.e.

The Bradys walked up the beach surveying the different shacks.

”There's your green door, Alice,” Harry suddenly exclaimed, as he pointed on ahead.

It was attached to a one-story building scarcely larger than a good sized hencoop, that green door.

”Looks as if it might be the place,” observed Old King Brady, adding:

”But who owns the sailboat tied up at the pier, I wonder?”

They had not observed it as they approached the pier from the other side.

”Suggests Garshaski,” said Harry.

They pushed on to the green door.

”Go on in, Harry and Alice,” said the old detective. ”Leggett and I will watch that house on the piles. The owner of the sailboat may be inside.”

Harry and Alice then pushed on into the shack.

”Too late!” cried Alice, ”Garshaski has been here ahead of us!”

And indeed it looked so, for there in the middle of the floor lay a flat stone broken in two pieces.

Evidently it had served as a hearth stone and beneath where it had lain at the foot of the chimney was a newly dug hole.

CHAPTER XII.

CONCLUSION.

”Just in time to be too late!” exclaimed Harry, pointing at the hole.

”So it would seem. But it may not be so. That sailboat!” said Old King Brady.

”That's what's the matter!” cried Harry. ”That boat-house, you may say.

Who is inside? That's what we want to know now.”

”Mr. Brady! Oh, Mr. Brady!” called Leggett excitedly.

All hurried outside.

”Look!” said Leggett, pointing up the bay.

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