"Wake up!" exclaimed the lightkeeper. "Lemme tell you. I heard that feller talking to Lonzo Burtwell one day. Burtwell's a bad egg if ever I see one. And that other feller is like enough under Burtwell's thumb."
"Conny Degger!" exclaimed Ralph suddenly.
"Oh! That is how he got that page out of your address book," murmured Lorna. But neither of the men heard this observation.
Ralph's face expressed anger now, but no uncertainty. He looked over Tobias's head toward the south. The detective was standing by the road, looking in the same direction. In the distance sounded the explosion of an automobile cut-off. Rafe Silver had got the big limousine again into action.
"Where is he?" asked Ralph with sudden decision.
"Where is who?" drawled the lightkeeper.
"Degger."
"I cal'late he and Burtwell air still at the Clinkerport Inn. They was, the last I heard. If they are at the bottom of this business, I give it as my opinion that they are hanging around to throw dust in the eyes of Arad Thompson and this here detective."
"What is the matter with that fellow?" broke in Ralph, starting for the roadside. "He can get that car down here on the beach if he tries."
The blue car had stopped. Rafe Silver got out. Ralph hurried nearer and Tobias followed in his wake.