"Is it likely, then, that Captain Shivernock lets Laud have the use of her for taking care of her?" demanded Donald, warmly. "Certainly not." "Is it any more likely that, if I own the Juno, I should let Laud use her for nothing, for he says he never paid me a dollar?" "I don't think it is." "Then you can believe as much as you please of the rest of Laud's story, which Mr. Beardsley related to me as we walked up," added Donald. "He says he saw you have the tin box, Don John." "And I saw him digging clams in the loam on Turtle Head." "What do you mean by that?" "I think he buried the tin box there. I saw where he had been digging, but I didn't know any tin box had been stolen then, and thought nothing of it," answered Donald. At this moment there was a tremendous ring at the door bell, a ring that evidently "meant business." Captain Patterdale opened the door himself, and Captain Shivernock stalked into the room as haughtily as though he owned the elegant mansion. He had been to Newport and Cape May to keep cool, and had arrived a couple of hours before from Portland. Mrs. Sykes had told him all the news she could in this time, and among other things informed him that Captain Patterdale and the deputy sheriff had called to inquire whether Laud had the use of the boat for taking care of her. By this he knew that the tin trunk matter was under investigation. He was interested, and possibly he was alarmed; at any rate, he went to his safe, put the roll of fifty-dollar bills in his pocket, and hastened over to Captain Patterdale's house. "When people come to my house, and I'm not at home, I don't like to have them talk to my servants about my affairs," blustered the strange man. "I don't think we meddled with your affairs any further than to ask if Laud Cavendish had the use of the Juno for taking care of her," explained Captain Patterdale. "It don't concern you. Laud Cavendish does have the use of the Juno for taking care of her." "Indeed!" exclaimed the good nabob, glancing at Donald. "Indeed!" sneered the wicked nabob. "You needn't _indeed_ anything I say. I can speak the truth better than you psalm-singers." "I am very glad you can, Captain Shivernock, for that is what we are in need of just now," laughed the good nabob. "And since we have meddled with your affairs in your absence, it is no more than right that we should explain the reason for doing so. A tin box, containing nearly fourteen hundred dollars in bills, and many valuable papers, was stolen from this room. Three persons, Jacob Hasbrook, Laud Cavendish, and Don John here, passed through the library when they left the house." "Hasbrook stole it; he is the biggest scoundrel of the three," added the wicked nabob. "Perhaps not," continued the good nabob. "A bill which I can identify came back to me the other day. Don John paid it to Mr. Leach, and he to me. Don John says Laud Cavendish paid him the bill." "And so he did," protested Donald, as the captain glanced at him.