“All right! All right! He’s an innocent man.”
“As innocent as the man I helped capture—Mr. Everdail’s friend, that man we put on the wrecking tug for five hours.”
“Everybody is innocent,” declared Dick. “Sandy, my advice to you, for your birthday, tomorrow, is to turn over a new leaf and instead of looking for people to suspect, try to think where those emeralds can be.”
“They’re not on the yacht, you say,” Larry said to take away the sting to Sandy’s pride. “They aren’t in the old house. They were taken from the captain’s safe—where did they go?”
“You tell me who knew the way to get into the captain’s safe and I’ll try to get the emeralds.”
“Captain Parks says no one ever was told that combination.”
“All right, Dick,” Sandy replied to the chum who had just spoken. “You’ve answered Larry’s question.”
“Golly-glory-gracious! It does look that way!”
“Who else could be safer? He says the emeralds were gone and his word is his bond! Oh, yes!”
“Then the emeralds won’t be found,” concluded Dick. “Captain Parks has been ashore, and away, hours at a time, here and in Maine.”