“Not that I ever heard. But thirty years ago, a man’s skeleton was found on the island. That’s how the place received its name.”
“What about the ghost?” Dan inquired.
“I’m coming to that part. The old freebooters supposedly built a tunnel which connected some point of the beach with an old inn that was on the island.”
“Not the hotel that’s there now?” Brad interposed. “I mean the abandoned one that Mr. Manheim converted into the caretaker’s premises.”
“I doubt it is the same place, Brad. However, I believe that after the old inn burned down, the present building was erected in its place. That was at least fifty years ago.”
“And the ghost?” Red Suell reminded him.
“The ghost? Oh, yes, to be sure. The fellow, I’m told, never was very active. On windy nights, shore residents reported seeing a white, misty figure moving along the beach.”
“Mist—that’s probably what it was,” Brad said with a snort. “Anyone knows there are no ghosts. I’m more interested in that tunnel. Do you think one actually was built, Mr. Hatfield?”
“I’m inclined to think that part of the story is true, Brad.”
“Then what became of the tunnel? No one has heard of it in recent years.”