“Believe she did.... But that man’s not a criminal. He couldn’t be the fellow you want.”
“Well, whether the man is or not, the girl is!” cried Linda. “What name did they give?”
“Steve Long is the man’s name. He didn’t have to give it—I know him.”
“Light hair—light moustache?” she questioned.
“Sissy-looking!” added Dot.
The Captain smiled.
“That must be your man,” he agreed.
“So we have to fly to Lanai,” muttered Linda, turning to the Chief of Police. “Can you help me out?”
“You mean go with you?”
“No, not necessarily. I’d rather not overload the plane.... Isn’t there somebody on the island who would help us?”