Dick and Larry spoke together.
“About what?” demanded Larry, and Dick nodded to show he wanted an answer also.
“Well—about who is related to who, and family scandals, and who works for this one and that one—just ‘gossip’.”
Dick caught the impish youth by his shoulders and shook him.
“Stop that! Tell us where you’ve been and what you did? We’ve worried ourselves sick, nearly.”
“I have told you.”
Then he became really serious.
He had been all over that section of the farm-lands, he asserted, to see if he could pick up any information that would give him some connection between either Mr. Whiteside or Jeff, or the mysterious seaplane passenger—and Mimi or the yacht stewardess.
“If I knew that, I thought we could start patching clues together,” he finished. “Because Jeff has a lot to do with this mystery.”
“I think you’re right,” Dick agreed. “But what started you off on that track?”