They took
her on board Leithcourt's yacht, the _Iris_, and they sailed for the
Mediterranean, I believe."
"Then the name and appearance of the yacht was altered on the voyage,
and it became the _Lola_," I said.
"No doubt," he smiled. "The _Iris_ was a steamer of many names, and had,
I believe, been painted nearly all the colors of the rainbow at various
times. It was a mysterious vessel, but she exists no more. They scuttled
her somewhere up in the Baltic, I've heard."
"And who is this Oberg?" I inquired, urging him to reveal to me all he
knew concerning him.
"He stands in great fear of the poor young lady, I believe, for it was
at his instigation that Leithcourt and his friends took her on that
fatal yachting cruise."
"And what was your connection with them?"
"Well, I was Leithcourt's servant," was his reply. "I was steward on the
_Iris_ for a year, until I suppose they thought that I began to see too
much, and then I was placed in a position ashore."
"And what did you see?"
"More than I care to tell, signore.
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