“He's a revenue officer, then?”
“Yes, or something. I don't know just what he is. But you understand it now, don't you?”
“Not a bit.”
“But you must, Dick. He says something is going to happen, right here.”
“On the pier?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Now—to-night. I was afraid it would be before I could get out here. And I had to wait till dark, you know.”
“But how do you know all this, Annie?”
“Mr. Beveridge—Mr. Beveridge told me more than he meant to, I guess. And then he talked with father. And father and mother both tried to make me go up to Aunt Lizzie's early this evening, so I wouldn't be here. It was to save me from something, they said.”