“Gone? Where to?”
“Gone to Lunnon Town to see a doctah man, please, missis.”
“Union Town, you mean.”
“No, please thank you, missis. Gone lars’ night to catch a big steamboat.”
“How many of them went?”
“Missis Brown, and Mars’ Albert, an’ de visitor-missis.”
“Do you know their address? Where are you forwarding their letters to?”
John laughed shrilly at this joke.
“Carn’t say, please, missis. Post-missis wouldn’t send me de letters, now de fambly gone.”
The Island is the home of elusive information.