Catty looked at me and I looked at him. The fat was in the fire for sure. Nantucket!
“Isn’t there any other place we can go?” says Catty.
“Why?”
“Because,” says Catty, “that’s where the Porpoise is.”
“She is! How do you know?”
“We sent her there.”
“What!”
“We sent her there. Might as well own up. We couldn’t help overhearing how Mr. Topper was afraid the black yacht was a pirate or something following us, and that we were on a cruise after treasure. So Wee-wee and I cooked up a scheme to get rid of them so we could sneak off where they couldn’t find us.”
“Um.... What kind of a scheme?”
“Why, we found an old chart of Nantucket—it was when we were in Padanaram—and we kind of marked it up to look like a treasure map, and we sat on the porch of the yacht club’s station looking at it when one of the pirates—his name is House—came along and got curious.... We gave him the chart, and he took his old yacht off to dig where we had made a cross mark.”