“We are talking confidentially.”

“To be sure.  But you astonish me.  I understand the character of Andrews so thoroughly that I fail to comprehend how any sensible person can believe in him.  Talk about prejudice!”

“I suppose you are to remain at this hotel?” said Arthur, evading further argument.

“Yes, until the papers arrive.  They ought to be here by Monday.  Then I shall take Andrews to New York and we will board the first steamer for Europe.”

Arthur left him.  Le Drieux puzzled him more than he puzzled Le Drieux.  The expert seemed sincere in the belief that he had trapped, in Jones, a noted criminal.  Weldon could not help wondering, as he walked away, if possibly he and his friends had been deceived in A. Jones of Sangoa.  The doubt was but momentary, yet it had forced itself into his mind.

On Saturday afternoon they all made a visit to the prisoner and tried to cheer him.  Again on Sunday they called—­the Stantons and Merricks and Weldons and all.  Young Jones received them with composure and begged them not to worry on his account.

“I am quite comfortable in this jail, I assure you,” said he.  “On my journey to Vienna I shall be able to bribe Le Drieux to let me have such comforts as I desire.  There is but one experience I shrink from:  the passage across the Atlantic.  If it brings a return of my former malady I shall suffer terribly.”

“It may not be so bad as you fear,” Patsy assured him, although in her heart she realized it might be the death of the boy.  “Often those who are distressed by a voyage on the Pacific endure the Atlantic very well.”

“That is encouraging,” said he.  “It is my dread of the water that has prevented me from returning to Sangoa, or even visiting my yacht.  And this reminds me of a favor I wish to ask.”

“You may rely upon our friendship,” said Maud.

“I believe that.  Here is a letter to Captain Carg, putting the Arabella at your disposal until my return from Vienna.  I have named Mr. Merrick as the commander of the yacht, in my absence, and if you feel inclined to make the trip and can spare the time I would like you all to make a voyage to Sangoa.”

“To Sangoa!” they cried in chorus.

“Yes.  I am ambitious to prove to you, who have been my staunch friends, that the island is indeed there.  Incidentally you will become acquainted with the prettiest place in all the world.  My house will be at your disposal while you remain and I am sure you will find it fairly comfortable.”

They were so amazed at this proposition that at first no one found words to answer the boy.  It was Flo, naturally, who first collected her thoughts.

“It will be awfully jolly!” she cried, clapping her hands with delight.  “I’m sure Maud and I need a vacation.  Let’s stick up our noses at Goldstein and sail away to the mysterious isle.  What do you say, girls?  And you, Mr. Merrick?”