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"Speak louder; I cannot hear."
Dick did so, but the other did not seem to understand.
"In two or three days. You have one lighter."
"We have. I want to know if the tug----"
"The damage is not serious," the other broke in.
"Then I'm to understand she's back in port?"
A broken murmur answered, but by and by Dick caught the words, "Not
longer than two days."
Then he rang off, and pushing Jake's chair out of the way, shut the door.
"It's plain that they don't mean to tell me what I want to know," he
remarked. "The first man might have told the truth, if they had let him,
but somebody pulled him away. My opinion is that the tug's not at Adexe
and didn't go there."
They went back to the hotel, and Dick sat down on a bench in the patio
and lighted his pipe.
"There's something very curious about the matter," he said.
"When the tug left us she seemed to be heading farther off shore than was
necessary," Jake agreed. "Still, the broken water wouldn't matter so much
when she had the wind astern."
"Her skipper wouldn't run off his course and lengthen the distance
because the wind was fair."
"No, I don't suppose he would."
"Well," said Dick, "my impression is that he didn't mean to start at all,
and wouldn't have done so if I hadn't turned him out."
Jake laughed. "After all, there's no use in making a mystery out of
nothing. The people offered us the coal, and you don't suspect a dark
plot to stop the works. What would they gain by that?"
"Nothing that I can see. I don't think they meant to stop the works; but
they wanted the coal. It's not at Adexe, and there's no other port the
tug could reach. Where has it gone?"
"It doesn't seem to matter, so long as we get a supply before our stock
runs out."
"Try to look at the thing as I do," Dick insisted with a frown. "I forced
the skipper to go to sea, and as soon as he had a good excuse his
tow-rope parted, besides which the last barge went adrift from the rest.
Her hawser, however, wasn't broken. It was slipped from the craft she was
made fast to. Then, though the tug's engines were out of order, she
steamed to leeward very fast and, I firmly believe, hasn't gone back to
Adexe."
"I expect there's a very simple explanation," Jake replied. "The truth is
you have a rather senseless suspicion of Kenwardine."
"I'll own I don't trust him," Dick answered quietly.
Jake made an impatient gesture. "Let's see if we can get breakfast,
because I'm going to his house afterwards."
"They won't have got up yet."
"It's curious that you don't know more about their habits after living
there. Miss Kenwardine goes out with Lucille before the sun gets hot, and
her father's about as early as you are."
"What does he do in the morning?"
"I haven't inquired, but I've found him in the room he calls his office.
You're misled by the idea that his occupation is gambling."
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