General Macarthur was frowning to himself. Damn it all, the whole thing was deuced odd! Not at all what he’d been led to expect…

For two pins he’d make an excuse and get away… Throw up the whole business…

But the motor boat had gone back to the mainland.

He’d have to stay.

That fellow Lombard now, he was a queer chap. Not straight. He’d swear the man wasn’t straight.