“But you tell me that three other officers have suffered by them.”

“I did not know that until after I had told them who you were.”

“Did you tell them directly?”

“No.”

“Well, Renie, I am much obliged to you.”

“And you will not go off in the yacht to-night?”

“I will think the matter over.”

“Promise me that you will not go!” pleaded the girl, in an earnest tone.

“I will not promise; but if I do go, you need have no fear.  I can take care of myself, forewarned, you know, is forearmed.  Goodnight, Renie.”

“I shall never forgive myself if you are injured!”

“Thank you for your interest; but you need have no fear.  I can take care of myself; the crew of the yacht ‘Nancy’ will not toss me to the fishes to-night.”

The girl turned and walked away under the moonlight, and a strange impulse caused the detective to follow her.

The girl moved along like an uncouth apparition over the yielding sand, and had traversed fully a quarter of a mile along the shore, when suddenly a man leaped down from the bank and confronted her.

The detective, in shadowing the strange girl, had kept well in under the shadow of the bluff, and could not have been seen; and when he saw the man confront the girl, he moved rapidly forward, and gained a point near enough to overhear the talk that passed between them.

The man was a rough, villainous-looking fellow, and his voice was coarse and his manners vulgar.  It was evident that the girl was annoyed at meeting him, as was immediately betrayed by her manner.

“Hello, Renie, I’ve been waiting a long time for a chance to have a talk with you.”

“I do not wish to have a talk with you, though, Sol Burton; so good-night!”

“Not so fast, my pretty bird; I’ve something to tell you.”

“And I don’t wish to stop and listen to you.”

“You would if you knew all I had to tell.”

“Well, as I don’t know all you’ve got to tell, and as I don’t desire to listen to you, I’ll bid you goodnight.”

“You always were down on me, Renie, but I’m a friend of your’n arter all, and I’ve collared the secret of your life, and I’d tell it to you, only you’re so darn uppish when I go to speak to you.”

The detective saw the girl advance toward the rough-looking man, and overheard her say: 

“You know the secret of my life?”

“Yes.”

“What secret is there of my life?”

“Tom Pearce is not your daddy, but I know how you came to be his adopted child.”

The girl trembled from head to foot.

“Sol Burton, tell me all you know.”

“Ah! you will listen to me, my pretty bird?”

“Yes, I will.”

CHAPTER II.

The man chuckled as he said: 

“I thought you would listen to me when I let on what I know’d.”