The first mate nodded, and, accompanied by Groton, followed the baroness to the room of Lord Vinton. There the baroness left the two men to get his lordship dressed, and returned to her sitting room. Florine slept through it all. “He’s all fixed,” announced Kennedy, ten minutes later, when the baroness had been called back to Lord Vinton’s room by Groton. “We’ve put him into these light-colored togs and this funny soft hat. We couldn’t find any others handy, except his evening clothes, and I didn’t think you wanted him in them.” “That wouldn’t have made any particular difference,” she returned. “Leave him on the bed for a minute and come over here.” She went to the two trunks and handsome traveling bags at the other side of the room, and brought forth a quantity of jewelry which would hardly have been expected in the baggage of a wealthy nobleman traveling only for pleasure. Rings, with diamonds, bracelets, brooches, and other gewgaws for women to wear, were wrapped in tissue paper or embedded in silk-lined cases, while scarfpins, cigarette cases, jeweled watch charms, and kindred articles of masculine use were plentiful. “Lord Vinton may turn out not to be a lord, after all,” muttered the baroness. “Even if he is, he does not mind turning a few honest dollars by importing jewelry on the side. I hope the dollars he expects to make _will_ be honest, by the way. But it would be interesting to know how much duty he paid on all this.” When she had piled up everything on the floor she cared to take, she coolly dropped the loot into two of Kennedy’s capacious outside pockets. He wore a nautical pea-jacket, and his pocket room was extensive. “Now, boys!” she whispered. “Work quickly. I will go ahead and see if the corridor is clear, and have my door half open. Stand at the door, Kennedy, and watch me. When you see me get to my room, I’ll hold up my hand.” “I get you!” “That will mean ‘All right!’ You and Groton pick up your man then and bring him along, just as you did Mrs. van Dietrich. Now! Careful!” She skimmed lightly along the corridor, and directly afterward the two sailors followed, carrying between them the unconscious form of Lord Vinton. Giving a signal to the two men still in the boat, Kennedy superintended the tying of the silken rope under Vinton’s arms, and the three of them lifted him over the window sill and let him dangle. “Ready below?” questioned Kennedy softly. “Ready! Let him come!” Down went his lordship, who was laid in the bottom of the boat, while Kennedy turned to the baroness. “Anything more, mademoiselle?” “Not at present.” “Any message for Captain Latell?” “Tell him to keep a sharp lookout at all times, and to watch for signals from me. Have his telephone ready.” “It is always ready, mademoiselle. He has it in his own window, and some one is always near.” “Good! That’s all.”