“Well, there is,” said the red-haired man. “We’re livin’ here now, and I can’t see that it’s any of your business. What are you snooping around here for?”
“We aren’t snooping,” said Frank quietly. “We are looking for a man who has disappeared from Bayport.”
“Humph!” grunted the woman.
“What makes you think he might be around here?” asked the red-headed man.
“He was last seen in this neighborhood.”
“What’s his name?”
“Hardy.”
“What does he look like?”
“Tall and dark. He was wearing a grey suit and a grey cap.”
“Ain’t been nobody around here since we moved in,” said the red-headed man gruffly.