"I've been wondering, Governor," he continued, "if we're going to kill off the heavy, whether we shouldn't plant it early that besides wanting this girl who's on the island, he's the same scoundrel that wronged the young sister of the lead that owns the yacht.

See what I mean ?-it would give more conflict." "But here--" The Governor frowned and spoke after a moment's pause.
"Your young New Yorker is rich, isn't he?
Fine old family, and all that, how could he have a sister that would get wronged?
You couldn't do it.
If he's got a wronged sister, he'd have to be a workingman or a sailor or something.

And she couldn't be a New York society girl; she'd have to be working some place, in a store or office--don't you see?
How could you have a swell young New Yorker with a wronged sister?
Real society girls never get wronged unless their father loses his money, and then it's never anything serious enough to kill a heavy for.

No--that's out." "Wait, I have it." Henshaw beamed with a new inspiration.

"You just said a sailor could have his sister wronged, so why not have one on the yacht, a good strong type, you know, and his little sister was wronged by the heavy, and he'd never known who it was, because the little girl wouldn't tell him, even on her death-bed, but he found the chap's photograph in her trunk, and on the yacht he sees that it was this same heavy--and there you are.