"Alone?" said the sailor with a colossal wink. "Oh, I guess not—not so you could notice it."
And the next moment he found himself picked up, flung against the wall and nailed there by a grip that cut to the bone.
"Talk straight now, boy, if you value whole bones," said Roger. "Is
Miss Fairclothe here with Garman?"
"Not here—nobody here but the cook and caretaker."
"Where—then?"
"Dunno."
"Where!"
"Mr. Garman rode away some place after the Egret had sailed."
"Alone?"
"Sure. She wasn't here at all."