“Don’t you remember, Frank?” exclaimed Joe. “When we brought him into the house, just as he became conscious again. What was it he said?”
“Oh, yes! I had forgotten. He said, ‘Snackley got me, the rat!’ Whatever that meant.”
“Snackley!” exclaimed Fenton Hardy, starting up. “Are you sure he said Snackley? Are you sure that was the name?”
“I’m certain. Aren’t you, Joe?”
“Yes, that was the name, all right.”
“Well that does give us something to work on,” the detective said. “Probably you have never heard of Snackley, but I have.”
“Who is he?” asked Frank.
“Ganny Snackley is a noted criminal. He is a smuggler—one of the leaders of a ring of smugglers who bring in opium and other drugs from the Orient. Is it possible that he is bringing drugs into the country at Barmet Bay?”