“How do you know?” asked Ben.
“I don’t actually know,” admitted Ann, “but I feel sure.”
“Jo, what do you think was in that roll of paper?” Ben asked.
“Perhaps it was a few sheets from the lost log,” suggested Jo. “But if it was that, a table leg was a funny place to keep it.”
“You don’t suppose that Warren was the captain of the ship?” Ann questioned.
“I thought of that,” said Jo. “But if he was captain, what reason had he for skulking aboard in that fashion? He would have full right to occupy the ship.”
“Besides,” said Ben, “Warren Bain searched for that paper; if he had been the captain he would have remembered where he hid it.”
“Perhaps,” agreed Ann. She was loath to believe that Bain was where he had no business to be, for suddenly she had begun to like the man. In a moment she had another idea. “Perhaps the captain stole something from Warren and hid it, and Warren has been searching for it.”
“That sounds more like it,” said Jo. “But if it were the log that he took, had he any right to it? Logs aren’t included in a ship’s salvage.”
“It sounded to me,” said Ann, “as if he found something that he didn’t take away with him. Did you hear the strange thing that he said as he came away from the closet?”