"Say, young fellow, don"t you get flossy with me," snarled the detective. "I been waiting for you some time. We want to know what you know about that bank burglary."
"About what bank burglary?" repeated the young man, and his surprise was so genuine that Lorna sighed her audible relief.
"The Clinkerport Bank. You know well enough. Don"t make it worse for yourself by denying knowledge of it. You"ve got to go to town with me and see Mr. Arad Thompson."
"Arad Thompson?" Ralph repeated. "At the bank? Why--"
The detective turned to shout to Rafe Silver: "Hey, you Portuguese! Get that car. You can get her around the hole in the road now. Come alive!"
Ralph stared wonderingly from Tobias to Lorna.
"What does the fellow mean?" he demanded, as the detective moved away to hasten Silver"s movements.
"I cal"late you ain"t heard the news, then," said the lightkeeper slowly. "The bank"s been robbed."
"Well? What has that to do with me?"
"I give it as my opinion, Ralph, that some folks think you had a deal to do with it-yessir!"
"Nonsense!"
"Oh, Ralph! it is true. That-that man is a detective," gasped Lorna.
The young man reddened angrily. He demanded:
"Why do they pick on me? Tell me about it. Where is the evidence?"
A good deal can be said in a few moments, and Lorna gave the particulars of the discovery of the robbery and the evidence pointing to Ralph"s complicity in it briefly and succinctly.
"Why, I haven"t seen that address book of mine, nor the penknife, for a week," finally said Ralph, shaking his head.
"Where did you have "em last, for sure?" was Tobias"s shrewd question.
"I-I-- Well, I lost them."
"You did, heh? Do you know where you lost "em?"
"Oh, I suppose so," grumbled the young man.
"Oh, sugar!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the lightkeeper. "Out with it! This here has gone too far for you to dodge any questions, boy. I tell ye folks really think you know more"n you ought to about that burglary. Every little thing has got to be explained."
Ralph glanced at Lorna sheepishly.
"I got into a fist fight with a fellow out on the road to Harbor Bar two days before I started to join the crew of the _Nelly G._"
"With Conny Degger!" murmured Lorna.
"Yes, it was with him," admitted Ralph. "After I got home I saw my watch chain had been broken and the knife was gone. The address book had fallen out of my vest pocket, too. When I went back there the next morning I could find neither, of course. Right on the public road, you see. Anybody might have picked them up."
"Oh, sugar!" rejoined Tobias before Lorna could speak. "_Any_body wouldn"t have left the knife and the book right where they"d p"int suspicion at you as robbing the bank. But _some_body would."
"Oh, Tobias!" gasped Lorna.
"Yes, I been having my suspicions right along," said the lightkeeper.
"Tell us something more, Ralphie. Why did you start for New Bedford, and then come back to town again? All these things seem to p"int to trouble."
The young man, hesitating, flashed another deprecatory glance at Lorna.
He cleared his throat.
"Why, you see, Tobias, I got a bunch of mail at the post-office just before I boarded the train. Among the letters was one from a-er-- Well, from a person whom I knew to be in trouble. Serious trouble. Er-the person needed help at once-financial help. I could give that help by returning, drawing some money I had in the Clinkerport Bank, and sending it, registered, to this needy person.
"So, you see," Ralph continued, with more confidence, "I did that. I could not then get to New Bedford in time to join the _Nelly G._ at the hour Cap"n Pritchett had told me she would slip her cable. I sent him a telegram explaining that I would try to pick the _Nelly G._ up off the coast down yonder. I went down past Peehawket on an empty freight train, and found Gyp Pellet and his _Gullwing_."
"We know all about that, Ralphie," said Tobias. "How you went out and was picked up by Cap Pritchett. But you can see yourself it looked suspicious-"specially to the gossips. Ho-hum! Wal, now, lemme tell you, I had my own suspicions-and I have "em yet."
"What do you mean?" Ralph asked, still scowling in a puzzled way. "I don"t see who could have put that book and that penknife there."
"Wake up!" exclaimed the lightkeeper. "Lemme tell you. I heard that feller talking to Lonzo Burtwell one day. Burtwell"s a bad egg if ever I see one. And that other feller is like enough under Burtwell"s thumb."
"Conny Degger!" exclaimed Ralph suddenly.
"Oh! _That_ is how he got that page out of your address book," murmured Lorna. But neither of the men heard this observation.
Ralph"s face expressed anger now, but no uncertainty. He looked over Tobias"s head toward the south. The detective was standing by the road, looking in the same direction. In the distance sounded the explosion of an automobile cut-off. Rafe Silver had got the big limousine again into action.
"Where is he?" asked Ralph with sudden decision.
"Where is who?" drawled the lightkeeper.
"Degger."
"I cal"late he and Burtwell air still at the Clinkerport Inn. They was, the last I heard. If they are at the bottom of this business, I give it as my opinion that they are hanging around to throw dust in the eyes of Arad Thompson and this here detective."
"What is the matter with that fellow?" broke in Ralph, starting for the roadside. "He can get that car down here on the beach if he tries."
The blue car had stopped. Rafe Silver got out. Ralph hurried nearer and Tobias followed in his wake.
"I"ll drive it for him," the young fellow said over his shoulder to the lightkeeper. "I see his arm"s in a sling. I want to get to town as quick as I can. If Dagger is still at the hotel--"
Tobias trotted to keep up with him. "Dad fetch it, boy!" he gasped, "I"ve got interest in this business, too, I cal"late. Hey, Rafe! Get out"n his way."
The Portuguese stepped aside. Ralph whirled the crank, and as the spark caught he leaped in behind the steering wheel.
"Hey, you!" yelled the detective, suddenly waking up. "I want you!
Hey! you"re under arrest."
But the only person near enough to join Ralph on the front seat of the car was Tobias Ba.s.sett. He plunged in just as Ralph shot the limousine over the guttered brink of the road and down upon the sands.
The big car jounced and groaned, but its engine did not balk. The detective ran after it for a few yards, shouting for Ralph to stop. But when the car got back into the road he gave it up.