"What are you looking for?" asked a bluff old man who sat smoking at one end of the dock, as he gazed at Franklin curiously.
"I am looking for the Sunflower," returned the young electrician.
"She cast off about half an hour ago."
"And where did she go?"
"Down to the harbor, I believe. I heard the captain say something about droppin' anchor off the lake front."
"You didn't hear what part?"
The old man scratched his head reflectively.
"Well, I did hear a gentleman say to the captain something about lying opposite the park."
Franklin started. For what purpose would they bring the Sunflower to anchor at such a place as that?
The young electrician remembered what Montague Smith had said about the darkness being favorable to their plans. Clearly, something important was in the wind.
"I must find out the whereabouts of the Sunflower," said Franklin to himself. "And I must do all I can towards watching those men until Walter Robinson comes and I hear from Mr. Brice."
