At any rate, I had to go up there to see
the captain, and I thought I'd kill a whole flock of birds with
one stone. The chief thought, too, that if you'd take the case
with us you had best start on it up there. Next, you will no doubt
want to go back to Washington with me."
Lookout Hill was the name of the famous old estate of the
Shirleys, on a point of land jutting out into Long Island Sound
and with a neighbouring point enclosing a large, deep, safe
harbour. On the highest ground of the estate, with a perfect view
of both harbour and sound, stood a large stone house, the home of
Captain Shirley, of the United States navy, retired.
Captain Shirley, a man of sixty-two or three, bronzed and wiry,
met us eagerly.
"So this is Professor Kennedy; I'm glad to meet you, sir," he
welcomed, clasping Craig's hand in both of his--a fine figure as
he stood erect in the light of the portecochere. "What's the news
from Washington, Burke? Any clues?"
"I can hardly tell," replied the secret service man. with assumed
cheerfulness.
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