Rick turned the car around and headed for town. "Why don't you tell us all you know about the Albatross visiting Creek House?"
"I intended to. First off, the Albatross has been there three times that I know of. And each time she has put in on her way back from the fishing grounds. Now, that's mighty strange. First thing a captain thinks of is getting his fish into port. But not Brad Marbek. Instead, he lays at the Creek House pier until nigh onto midnight. Then he puts into the wharf and unloads his fish. What do you make out of that?"
Rick could make nothing out of it. The Albatross certainly wouldn't be calling at Creek House just to be sociable. "Were these calls made at regular intervals?" he asked.
"Nope. One was two weeks ago, one was four nights ago, and the last time was night before last."
"Wasn't four nights ago the night you saw Tom Tyler at Creek House?" Scotty recalled.
"It was. That's one reason why I'm sure the Albatross is tied up with the wreck of the Sea Belle."
Rick searched for possible reasons why the trawler should tie up at Creek House and rejected all but one. He had the beginnings of an idea, but he needed to think about it a little more before he broached it.
"Cap'n, you've been keeping an eye on the Kelsos for quite a while, sounds like," Rick said. "Do they ever have any visitors?"
"Haven't seen any."
"No trucks?" Rick asked.