“Who is Miss Baldwin?”
Pierce suddenly snapped his teeth together, and the look that came
upon his freckled countenance puzzled me for days to come.
“God knows—and the boss,” he said enigmatically. “She—she’s——”
He shook his head vigorously, then sprang into the launch. His serious
moment had gone.
“Now get in while I’m holding ’er steady, Mr. Pitt. That’s right.” And
now, _putt-putt_ said the engine, and bearing its precious freight the
launch sped across the blue water to the noble yacht. “Ah, ha! And
there’s old ‘Frozen Face,’ the Boss’s valet, waiting to welcome you on
board.”