From the attic they were run down the stairs again and out into the grounds and forced to cover every inch of land. Then they were taken to the garage-boathouse and made to work their way through what had been the servants" quarters. Downstairs, they inspected the only car, and Rick automatically made a mental note of the make and the New York license number. Then they looked under the seats and into the rope locker of a motor whaleboat that was the only craft in the boathouse, and they were forced to crawl under the boathouse where it rested on piles.
"Now," Brad Marbek said grimly, "let"s take a look at the trawler."
"Do we have to?" Scotty said wearily. "We know you wouldn"t make us look if there was anything to be seen."
Brad"s big hand landed in the middle of his back, smashing him toward the dock. "March!" he commanded.
The tiresome routine started again. Through wheelhouse and cabin and galley and enginehouse and rope and gear lockers they hunted, picking up acc.u.mulated layers of dirt and grease on the way, until finally only the huge fish holds were left.
Rick looked into the forward one and thought, "Oh, no!" He started to protest, but Brad"s open hand caught him on the side of the face.
"Dig!" the skipper commanded. "You asked for it. Dig!"
And dig they did, through tons of stinking menhaden and cold ice until they choked and their mouths felt full of scales. Once or twice they protested, but there was always big Brad Marbek ready to strike out and Carrots and Red Kelso backing him up.
An eternity later they clawed their way up the pile of fish in the last hold.
Rick took a deep breath of clean air. "Anything else?" he asked.
Carrots stepped forward. "You poor jokers got dirty," he said with false concern. "You need a bath." He pointed to the end of the dock.
"Go on, jump in." His rifle lifted menacingly.
That, at least, was no hardship. Rick walked to the end of the dock and dropped into the water, savoring is cool cleanliness. Scotty was right beside him.
Overhead, the three waited, and Carrots" rifle was still on them.
"Back to the bank," he commanded.
Rick and Scotty swam, clambered up on sh.o.r.e, and stood waiting.
"Hike."
They were herded like two sheep to the front gate. Red Kelso produced a key and the gate swung open.
"You had your look," he said. "You came to spy and we helped you out.
Now you know there"s nothin" wrong here. We warned you because we didn"t like you, see? And that"s all. Now get goin" and don"t ever come back, or we"ll work you over so you"ll never be the same again.
Now git!"
They were shoved violently forward and landed sprawling on the hard macadam road. Behind them the gate slammed shut, and as they got to their feet and looked at each other ruefully, the sound of Carrots"
raucous laughter was like salt on raw flesh.
CHAPTER XI
The Hearing
"You two have certainly got your nerve, going back to Seaford after that," Jerry Webster said.
"We"ll stay away from the Kelsos and Brad Marbek. Don"t worry about that," Rick a.s.sured him. "But we"re not giving up, are we, Scotty?"
"Not on your life," Scotty replied flatly.
Jerry"s car bounced over Salt Creek Bridge and sped toward the Seaford turnoff. The boys had phoned him early in the morning and found that he had learned about Tom Tyler"s hearing during his routine phone calls to the Seaford authorities, and that he was going down to cover it.
They had met him at the Whiteside dock, and on the way down had brought him up to date on their part of the case, including their humiliating experience of the night before.
"So your theory about smuggling must be wrong," Jerry said.
"Otherwise, you"d have found something."
"I"m not convinced," Rick argued. "It"s still the only answer that fits."
"Then where were the smuggled goods?"
"We could have gotten there too late," Scotty reminded. "If it was a small shipment, it could have been unloaded and disposed of before we showed up."
"Disposed of? How?" Jerry wanted to know.
Rick recalled that he had heard the sound of oars while in the cabin.
Red and Brad had rushed out right away, too, after hearing a hail.
"They might have taken the stuff up the creek," he mused. "They might even have had a truck waiting at the bridge. There"s not much traffic, so it wouldn"t be too great a risk. And even if a car came, they could pretend the truck was changing a tire or something until it pa.s.sed."
"That"s reasonable," Jerry admitted. "Did you talk it over with Cap"n Mike?"
Rick grinned ruefully at the memory of the two soaked, bedraggled, filthy specimens who had knocked on Cap"n Mike"s door last night. "We were in no mood even to think about it," he said. "But we did find out one thing. Cap"n Mike said it would be easy for anyone to disconnect Smugglers" Light and then reconnect it. All he would need would be an insulated screw driver."
"And that"s not all," Scotty added. "He said Tom Tyler was first one back from the fishing grounds eight times out of ten because the _Sea Belle_ was the fastest boat in the fleet and the best handled."
The more Rick thought about it, the more he was convinced that his theory of the wrecking of the trawler would hold water. Cap"n Mike had plugged up another hole, too. Rick had wondered about the backside of the light. He had noticed that there was a red sector on the townside, a common method of construction on lights of that sort. On Cap"n Mike"s chart, shaded areas showed how the light worked. It was visible from the seaside in an arc of 180 degrees. It was dark in the quadrant toward the marsh and red in the quadrant toward the town. But warehouses and pier sheds blocked off the light from almost all of the town except Million Dollar Row, and since the red portion would be out for only a short time, it was long odds against anyone noticing it or investigating if they did.
"It"s pretty sound," Rick said. "Only I wonder if we"ll ever prove it?"
"Not in time for this morning"s hearing, that"s for sure," Scotty commented. "Maybe Captain Killian will have something to say. If he ever gets back."
Cap"n Mike had tried unsuccessfully last night to see Jim Killian. He was still visiting his mother.
Jerry"s car rolled down the main street of Seaford toward the town hall. Rick could see that an unusual number of cars was lined up along the curbs. The hearing was attracting a great deal of interest, as could have been expected. He wondered if the Kelsos would be there.
Jerry pulled into a convenient parking s.p.a.ce. As they got out, he asked Rick, "Got your camera?"
Rick held it up. "We"ve got our press cards, too. That makes us legal spectators for a change."
"For a change is right," Scotty said. "Lead the way, Jerry."
The hearing room was on the second floor. Jerry pushed his way through the crowd in the corridor with Rick and Scotty following, and found the entrance. A police officer stopped them at the door, then permitted them to enter when they showed their press cards. Rick wondered if the hearing would be closed to the public, but when he got inside he saw that every seat was taken. He recognized a face here and there, including that of Bill Lake. The others he recognized were fishermen he had seen during their trip to the pier with Cap"n Mike.
Evidently some of them were taking the day off because of the hearing.
The room was actually a small courtroom. Like most courtrooms, it had a low fence dividing the spectators from the partic.i.p.ants. At a table inside the fence, Tom Tyler was seated with four other men. Rick guessed from their appearance that they must be the members of his crew. One had an arm in a sling and he remembered Cap"n Mike had said the wreck had caused one broken arm.