"How about rounding up the money that was stole?" demanded Tobias with some disgust. "Seems to me that'd be more to the p'int."
"Don't you worry about that, either, old scout," said the detective. "We know where a part of the money is all right—the biggest share of it in all probability."
"Huh? Where?"
"In that suitcase this gay young Endicott took aboard that catboat down to Peehawket Cove," snapped the other.
"Oh, sugar!"
"And where is he and that catboat?" ventured Lorna, in a very small voice.
"According to report, the catboat is a wreck down there on what is called the jaw of Cape Fisher."
"Now, now, Lorny!" exclaimed Tobias, rising suddenly and going around the table to the young woman's side. "Don't you believe it!"
"Oh, to the best of my belief," the detective hastened to say, "Endicott abandoned the catboat. Over the long-distance 'phone, by way of Harbor Bar, I got the tip that Endicott did board that fishing boat, the Nelly G. I understand she is bound for the Grand Banks. That was his scheme for an alibi. He thought himself pretty shrewd, no doubt. But we'll get him yet."
"You're sure o' that, be ye?" sighed Tobias.