“And yours?”
“Wee-wee Moore,” says I.
“What are you doing on the Albatross?”
“Mr. Browning invited us to come for this cruise,” says Catty.
“Any relation of his?”
“No.”
“Any relation of Topper’s?”
“No, we never saw Mr. Topper until we went aboard the yacht.”
“Um.... Now I want you kids to answer up sharp, and tell the truth. What is the Albatross doing here?”
“Lying at anchor,” says Catty, and his face looked as if he didn’t have as much sense as a guinea pig.