“Haven’t you been here since?”
“No.”
“I’m pretty sure you have, Mr. Hanleigh. What was the idea of hiding our food supplies?”
“I don’t know anything about your food supplies, I tell you!” shouted the man, in exasperation. “I haven’t been here since the last time you saw me.”
“Well, I suppose we’ll have to take your word for it,” said Frank, with a shrug. “Although I don’t believe you for a minute. What was it you lost? Perhaps we can help you.”
“My pocketbook,” growled Hanleigh, after a moment’s silence.
“Your pocketbook? Was there much money in it?”
“About fifty dollars. You don’t blame me for coming back to look for it, do you?” sneered Hanleigh.
“Not at all. Where did you lose it?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere on the island.”