A door to the left of the judge's rostrum opened and three men came out. One was a Coast Guard commander. The other two were civilians. A whisper from Jerry informed Rick that they were officers of the United States Maritime Commission. Rick turned to see if the Kelsos or Brad Marbek were in the room. He was curious about Cap'n Mike, too. While he was searching the rows of faces, the procedure started. A clerk got up and announced something about the hearing being held before the duly authorized board of inquiry in the case of the wrecking on Smugglers' Reef of the motor vessel _Sea Belle_, of so many tons, and such and such a registry number, Thomas Lee Tyler, master, holding licenses numbers so and so. Jerry nudged Rick and pointed to the camera. Rick nodded and inserted a flash bulb. He caught the clerk's eye and held up the camera. The clerk frowned, then motioned him to come inside the rail. Rick did so and snapped a picture of the tribunal. Then he turned and got a photo of Tom Tyler and the men at his table, with the audience in the background. He looked at Jerry. The young reporter nodded, indicating that two pictures would be enough. Rick resumed his seat. The middle man on the platform leaned over and asked, "Who is representing Captain Tyler?" Tom Tyler stood up. "No one, sir." A murmur ran through the courtroom. "Captain," the man asked, "do you mean you have come into this hearing without counsel?" "Sir, I'm pleading guilty to whatever the charge is. I don't need a lawyer for that." Tyler sat down again. There was whispered consultation among the three on the bench. Then the spokesman leaned forward again. "Captain, as I understand the facts presented by the officers who investigated, if you plead guilty you will, in effect, state that you deliberately wrecked your ship. If you so state, your insurance company will have no recourse but to ask your arrest on a charge of barratry. Do you understand that?" Tyler's shoulders straightened. "If that's the way it is, sir, I guess that's the way it is. I'm pleading guilty." The murmur in the court rose. Rick leaned over to Jerry. "He's scared stiff. He must be, to take this lying down." But if the Kelsos had threatened Mrs. Tyler and their little girl, there wasn't much else he could do. Wrecking the trawler had shown him they were capable of carrying out any threat. Rick was glad he had had presence of mind the night before to say that other people knew he and Scotty were going to Creek House. He was sure that had the Kelsos and Brad thought that no one else knew, their fate would have been much different. A hand fell on his shoulder. He looked up into the face of the officer who had been at the door. "You Rick Brant?" He nodded. "Cap'n Mike is outside. Says it's urgent. He wants you and Don Scott." "We'll come right away," Rick said. He leaned over and explained to Jerry. "We'll meet you outside. Come on, Scotty."