During its recital, Mr. MacClaren’s eyes narrowed. He turned again upon the factor.
“You must have known, Mr. Frazer, that the boys could never bring back the bones of that dinosaur. Isn’t that true?”
“No, it isn’t. I never saw the dinosaur. I had no idea that it was so large.”
“Look here,” protested Dick, “I can bring witnesses here to prove that you visited the dinosaur’s island two years ago.”
Sandy’s uncle ignored the sally. He asked the post manager another question.
“You promised the boys six hundred dollars if they would bring the bones of the dinosaur back here to Half Way House. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“As I understand it, the bones of the dinosaur were to be sold to a famous London Museum. Is that also correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You have a letter from that museum making a certain offer.”