“Mr. Darkingham, I’d like to talk to you,” said Dick, as the steam tug bumped against the dock.
“Don’t you listen to him, Alf!” cried Koswell. “He only came to make trouble.”
“Make him go right away,” added Larkspur.
“I want you to leave,” ordered Alfred Darkingham. Evidently he was a close crony to the boys who had run away from Brill.
“I want to ask you a few questions,” pursued Dick, firmly. “And I’ll not go away until you answer them—and maybe not then.”
“This is private property, and—”
“You said that before. What I want to know is, Do you know the other persons on this island?”
“There are no other persons.”
“I believe otherwise. A lady has been abducted, and I have every reason to believe she was taken to this island.”
“Nobody here. I was here yesterday, and all of last week, and I know.”