<h2 id="c15">CHAPTER XV <br/><span class="small">A TRAP IS BAITED</span></h2>
<p>“Glad to hear you think the hoodoo is
busted,” Jeff commented. “Me, I don’t care.
I’ve taken my last hop in that-there crate. I’m
shaking like a leaf, even now.”</p>
<p>“Why don’t you go to your room and have a
lie down?” suggested Dick.</p>
<p>Jeff decided that Dick had the right idea.</p>
<p>Dick watched him go along the gravel path,
watched him climb to the side veranda of the
big house, pausing for a moment to tell the
newly installed housemaid about his recent adventure.</p>
<p>“I think I’ll go get some lunch,” observed
Larry.</p>
<p>“Wait!” urged Dick, but said no more.</p>
<p>Mr. Everdail’s cousin, Miss Serena, evidently
hearing the voices, came out on the veranda and
listened.</p>
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<p>“She’s coming out to ‘make over us,’ as she
calls it.” Sandy saw the elderly, stern-faced, but
kindly lady descend the steps and come rapidly
toward them.</p>
<p>“My! My!” she called, coming closer. “What
is this I hear from Jeff?”</p>
<p>“We had a little trouble,” Dick said. “Somehow
the cable for the ‘flippers’ got jammed, but
Larry got us out of the trouble like a born flyer.”</p>
<p>“Yes,” laughed Larry. “After Dick guessed
what to do so I could work the stick.”</p>
<p>“Oh, I only crawled back to loosen the cable.”
Dick tried to make his exploit seem unimportant.
“First time I ever flew around standing
on my head,” he broke into his infectious gurgle
of laughter. “Sandy, did I look like a frog
stuck in the mud?”</p>
<p>“Whatever you looked like,” Sandy retorted,
“you did a mighty big thing, crawling out onto
that open covering in the wind, risking being
snatched off or slipping, or having the airplane
shake loose your grip!”</p>
<p>“I agree with Sandy,” Miss Serena declared.
“It was a very fine thing——”</p>
<p>“I think so,” agreed Sandy. “He gave me
one gift for my birthday at breakfast. But just
now he made me a present of my life.”</p>
<p>“He did that for all of us.” Larry put an arm
affectionately around his chum’s shoulders.</p>
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<p>“A very fine thing, Dick.” Miss Serena smiled
gently. “Now you had better go and lie down,
and I’ll have the maid bring up some hot cocoa
and something for you to eat.”</p>
<p>“That is just what I need, ma’am,” Sandy
told her.</p>
<p>“I think we’d better get this crate into the
hangar—we’ll get the gardener and the caretaker
and push it in,” Dick suggested. “I always
get over a scare quicker if I’m busy doing
something to take my mind away from it.”</p>
<p>“Very well,” the lady agreed. “I shall have
a good lunch ready when you come in.”</p>
<p>She started away, but turned back.</p>
<p>“What caused the—the—trouble?”</p>
<p>“Jeff calls it a ‘jinx’—a ‘hoodoo’,” responded
Dick.</p>
<p>“Jeff is silly,” she said with some annoyance.
“There are no such things.”</p>
<p>“I don’t know—” Larry took up the argument.
“It is not usual for a cable to jam. It
might break, but one shouldn’t get caught.”</p>
<p>“I see. Don’t think for a moment, Lawrence,
that it was caused by anything but Jeff’s carelessness,
because of his fears.”</p>
<p>She went to get their lunch ordered.</p>
<p>“Did I play up to you all right?” Larry asked.
“I saw you didn’t want to explain anything.”
Dick nodded.</p>
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<p>“You did just what I wanted,” he said. “Let’s
get the airplane in. Then we can talk.”</p>
<p>With others of the new group of servants they
took the craft to its place.</p>
<p>As soon as they were alone, Dick climbed up
onto the back of the fuselage, dived down into
the small space, while Larry waited an agreed
signal, in the after seat, and pulled his chum out.</p>
<p>“Great snakes!” cried Sandy, then lowering
his voice. “How did that get there?”</p>
<p>Dick, emerging from the fuselage working
compartment, displayed a large, fat, round object.</p>
<p>“The life preserver—from the yacht!” gasped
Larry.</p>
<p>“How did it get there?” repeated Sandy,
stunned.</p>
<p>“Jeff!” said Dick, briefly.</p>
<p>“Oh, no!” declared Larry. “Jeff is a good
pilot. He’d never leave anything that could
shift about and cause trouble.”</p>
<p>“But how did it get there?” Sandy reiterated.
“I thought——”</p>
<p>“We all thought it went back to the yacht,”
Larry finished his sentence for him.</p>
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<p>“It did,” said Dick, seriously. “I know that
after Jeff brought it in, the caretaker in the
hydroplane took it out—and I’ve seen it at the
stern.”</p>
<p>“Well, this may not be the same one—we can
easily find out.”</p>
<p>Larry hurried from the open hangar, followed
by his two friends. At a trot they went through
the grove and down the path, after Dick, dropping
the life preserver onto the after seat,
jumped down.</p>
<p>As soon as the yacht came in sight, they
stared toward the stern.</p>
<p>“That’s queer,” observed Larry. “I see a
life preserver hanging in its regular place. This
must be another one!”</p>
<p>The one in the airplane, Dick argued, was
“the one”—and the one on the yacht was a substitute.</p>
<p>“But why was it put there?” demanded
Sandy.</p>
<p>Dick eyed him with surprise.</p>
<p>“Suspicions Sandy—asking that?” he teased.</p>
<p>“I’m trying not to suspect anybody. Instead
of doing that I try to believe everybody’s innocent
and nothing is wrong. I’m going to let
you do the suspecting.”</p>
<p>“That’s turning the tables on you, Dick,”
Larry grinned. Sobering again he turned back
to Sandy.</p>
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<p>“I think Dick is working out something we
may be able to prove,” he argued. “I think I
see his idea. Captain Parks was the only one
who could open the cabin safe. He is a seaman,
and he would know that a life preserver isn’t
bothered with except if somebody is overboard
or in some other emergency. Supposing that
he meant to help some one in America to ‘get
away with’ the emeralds——”</p>
<p>“He would tie them to a life preserver and
throw them over where somebody he ‘expected’
could get them,” agreed Sandy, with surprising
quietness. “Only—a woman threw the life preserver.”</p>
<p>Dick nodded. Sandy threw another clog into
the nicely developed theory.</p>
<p>“Furthermore, Captain Parks was on the
bridge at the time——”</p>
<p>That all fitted in, Dick asserted.</p>
<p>“I am working on the notion that Captain
Parks agreed with somebody not on the yacht—to
get the emeralds. But he made up his mind
to get them all for himself!”</p>
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<p>“So he hid them in the life preserver.” Sandy
spoke without enthusiasm, making the deduction
sound bored and commonplace, although it
ought to have been a striking surprise, an exclamatory
statement. It would have been, Larry
thought to himself, if Sandy had made it. Was
the youngest chum jealous of Dick, displeased
because it was not his own discovery that led
to the hiding place of the jewels—if they were
right?</p>
<p>“You thought of the life preserver as a hiding
place?” asked Dick.</p>
<p>Sandy nodded.</p>
<p>“Where else?” he argued. “Captain Parks
couldn’t get a better or safer place, right in
front of everybody and never noticed. If the
life preserver was thrown into the sea—it would
be recovered.”</p>
<p>“Doesn’t it get you excited?”</p>
<p>“No, Dick! Why should it? I thought of it.
But I’m not telling all my ideas, any more. I’m
not ‘peeved,’ but I mean to be able to prove
this before I accuse anybody again.”</p>
<p>“We can prove it—come on!”</p>
<p>“No need,” declared Sandy. “I noticed while
we were on the way to Maine that a new life
preserver was on the stern of the yacht. I saw
it hadn’t been cut and sewed up, so the emeralds
couldn’t be in that—or in any other one
on the yacht. And, when Dick made his discovery,
just now, I examined the one he found
for cuts and marks of being sewed up.”</p>
<p>“I didn’t notice any,” admitted Larry.</p>
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<p>“Bang! Another theory gone up in smoke!”
Dick was rueful.</p>
<p>“All the same,” Larry commented, “Jeff
didn’t put the preserver in his fuselage, and
Captain Parks could open his safe and no one
else knew how, he declared! There are some
things I can’t work out and I wish I could.”</p>
<p>“Let’s make whoever knows anything—er—let’s
make them work it out for us,” suggested
Dick. “Let’s bait a trap with the life preserver—leave
it where it is, get Mr. Everdail to call
everybody together, and we’ll tell what we
found and what we think is in it—and see what
we see.”</p>
<p>Eagerly Larry consented. Sandy nodded
quietly.</p>
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