Again Frank paused.
“What?” asked Tom.
“A clue to who did take it—if it was taken.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Sid exclaimed:
“Frank’s dead right! We’ll go to Crest Island to-morrow and hunt for clues.”
Eagerly the matter was discussed, and in the end all four agreed that they would make the search. Then came an hour of studying, and the lights went out.
“Oh, for the love of baked beans!” exclaimed Tom, as they were all settled comfortable in bed. “Somebody stop that clock, will you? I’ll furnish the toothpick.”
“Get up and do it yourself,” directed Frank. “I’m too comfortable.”
“So am I,” said Sid.