"How?" Jarrow's head snapped up suddenly and his eyes opened in a wide stare at Locke.
"What is the purpose of this interview?" demanded Locke. "There seems to be some sort of mistake."
Jarrow put his foot down slowly and sucked his moustache in between his lips. His ears twitched and his head ducked forward as he made a swallowing movement with his throat.
"How's that again?" he whispered, as if he had lost his voice.
"From what you've said, captain, I gather you believe I have something to do with the matter of the island."
Jarrow blew his moustache and gave a suppressed sigh of agony.
"Why—why, Dinshaw—he told me you wanted me and my schooner to go to his island!"
Trask laughed outright in spite of his effort to keep still, and Marjorie gave an exclamation of amazement. Locke could only stare at Jarrow.
"Told you I wanted your schooner! He certainly is crazy! Most absurd thing I ever heard of!"
"Mr. Peth, my mate, he's below now," said Jarrow.