"How long was he here?" asked Hal, entering and sitting down.
"Let's see, this is Thursday. He came here on Tuesday evening, and sailed the yacht round from Hobart. But I say, gentlemen, do you happen to know anybody named Dick Burton?" said the landlord, with a cunning smile.
"Yes, why?" said Reg.
"Well, he sent this wire to Wyckliffe," and he took down a telegram from a shelf behind him, and handed it to Hal, who read:—
"Wyckliffe, Launceston, or Hobart. Two men enquiring. Morris one. Fancy they left for Tasmania. Dick Burton."
"How did you get hold of this?" asked Hal.
"Well, that's a long story. Do you want breakfast?"
"Yes, we do."
"Then I'll go and order it, and come back and tell you all about it."
"Done again!" said Reg, looking at Hal, when the landlord, whose name was Camden, had disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.