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"Confoundedly funny!" he remarked with his dark eyes fixed upon mine. "A
mystery, by Jove, it is! What name did the yacht bear?"
"The _Lola_."
"What!" he gasped, suddenly turning pale. "The _Lola_? Are you quite
sure it was the _Lola_--_L-O-L-A_?"

"Absolutely certain," I replied. "But why do you ask? Do you happen to
know anything about the craft?"
"Me!" he stammered, and I could see that he had involuntarily betrayed
the truth, yet for some reason he wished to conceal his knowledge from
me. "Me! How should I know anything about such a craft? They were
thieves on board evidently--perhaps pirates, as you say."
"But the name _Lola_ is familiar to you, Jack! I'm sure it is, by your
manner."
He paused a moment, and I could see what a strenuous effort he was
making to avoid betraying knowledge.
"It's--well--" he said hesitatingly, with a rather sickly smile. "It's a
girl's name--a girl I once knew. The name brings back to me certain
memories."
"Pleasant ones--I hope."
"No.


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