The two men reached the home of Taylor's friend, and the detective set to work and went through the operation of a deliberate transform. With the assistance of Taylor's friend he secured a complete outfit, and wrought such a marvelous change in his appearance that Taylor and his friend could hardly convince themselves that the man who came forth from the best bedroom was the same man who had entered it a few moments previously. "You are an extraordinary man," exclaimed Taylor. "It's all a matter of business, my friend." "I can well see now why it is you are so willing to take long chances as you call them." "Well, yes, I've had some experience; but now, friend Taylor, it is not necessary to request you to keep silent concerning my movements, but I want you to watch the movements of the 'Nancy.'" "She will probably sail away to-day." "Does she usually go away the day following her night-visit to the coast?" "Usually, yes." "She will not sail away to-day, and I want you to watch her and watch any of her crew that may come ashore." "I am afraid you will get me in trouble before this affair is ended." "This affair will be ended to-night." The detective gave Taylor a few instructions and then proceeded to the depot. Spencer Vance, as he appeared at the little frame station, was as perfect a specimen of a countryman as ever took train from the rural districts for New York. Ike Denman was at the station. The master of the "Nancy" had also wrought a great change in his personal appearance. He looked little like the man who had stood on the beach across the bay a few hours previously. It was half an hour previous to the starting of the train when the detective reached the depot, and as he stood around with his hands in his pockets, the master of the "Nancy" several times passed within a few feet of him. Little did the smuggler captain dream, as he ran his eyes over the rustic-looking passenger, that under that clownish hat was the busy brain that had trailed him and his crew down to such a fine point. The detective, meantime, was happy, and at the moment little dreamed of the terrible tragedy that had occurred, and which, strangely enough, but awaited his unraveling. The half hour glided by, and at length the smuggler captain and the detective boarded the train. CHAPTER XXIX. The detective acted well his part, and attracted little attention from the master of the "Nancy," until the latter, for lack of something better to do, took a seat beside our hero. "On your way to the city?" "Yes." "Do you go there often?" "No." "You live at G-----?" "No." "Where do you live?" "On the island." "You live on the island?" "Yes." "I often go to the island; don't remember ever having seen you." "I've been off on a trip." "A trip?" "Yes." "Where to?" "Connecticut." The master of the "Nancy" laughed, and said: "Do you call that a trip?" "Yes; I was away from the island two years." "What's your name?"