“Who wants this old island anyhow? We’ve had plenty of trouble since we came here.”
“All caused by our own wild imagination, as Manheim puts it! Brad, Jacques was hiding the truth from the police! I’m sure of it. He’s completely under the thumb of that uncle of his.”
“Maybe so, but if we can’t prove it, what’s the good in knowing? We’ll be leaving here as soon as this rain lets up.”
Dan nodded gloomily. Already Mr. Hatfield and Midge’s father were making arrangements to have a launch sent from the yacht club. The moment that the storm cleared, he knew an order would be given to strike the tents.
“Brad, if we could talk to Jacques alone, maybe we could get something out of him,” he proposed suddenly.
“Jabowski wouldn’t let us within a mile of the kid.”
“Not if he could help himself.”
Brad regarded Dan speculatively. “You’re suggesting that we try to see him when Jabowski isn’t around, Dan?”
“That’s the general idea. If we could get to him he might talk. I’ve messed things up for the Cubs and I’d like to square myself if I could.”
Brad thought over the proposal. “How’d we get to him?” he asked.