She heard nothing more about the bank burglary that day, or what was being done regarding it. She spent a most miserable night. By morning she could not longer remain idle in the matter. She felt that she must confer with somebody and she started for the Twin Rocks Light. Lorna wanted to learn if Tobias Bassett likewise suspected that the gold penknife he had found belonged to Ralph. Although the time was mid-forenoon, Tobias was smoking his pipe on the bench outside the lighthouse door. And he wore one of Miss Heppy’s voluminous kitchen aprons. "Why, Mr. Bassett! what is the matter?" "Oh, sugar! That you, Lorny? I’ve been promoted to be chief pot-walloper of this here craft. ’Zekiel is aloft, cleaning the lamp." "But Miss Heppy?" "She’s abed. I cal’late she’s down for a spell o’ suthin’, I dunno what ’tis, and I reckon she don’t. But whatever ’tis it’s struck in." "Tobias! She is not really ill!" "She’s sick enough," he rejoined, shaking an anxious head. "Bein’ sick is mostly in your mind, it always did seem to me. If your mind ain’t ready for doctorin’ you manage to keep on deck and muddle through somehow. But once your mind gets sick, you lose all holts. And Heppy’s lost all holts this time, I do allow. She thinks she won’t never see none o’ that money we had in the Clinkerport Bank again—never! And it’s just about scuttled the ship for her—yessir!" "But, Tobias! of course the bank isn’t bankrupt. There will be no great loss for each individual depositor." "We dunno that. Dunno much of anything about it. I give it as my opinion that it looks queer. And, as I said afore, Heppy’s gin up all hope." "Oh, that is too bad!" Lorna said. "I must see her. Is she alone?" "Ain’t no women folks around, if that’s what you mean. ’Zekiel and me air the whole crew and afterguard. The captain’s forsook the ship." Lorna hesitated before going into the lighthouse, staring down at the rather despondent looking Tobias. She spurred her courage to ask: "I am told that you found a penknife under the bank window that may have been dropped by one of the burglars." "So I did," replied Tobias placidly. "Do you really think it was lost by one of the robbers?" "Likely. Don’t see how else it would have got there." "Have you no idea who the owner is?" The lightkeeper wrinkled up his eyes shrewdly and stared at her. He removed the pipe from his mouth. "I don’t count a wide acquaintance among burglars and such, Miss Lorny." "But—but it might not belong to a burglar!" "Sure enough. Who do you cal’late it might belong to?" "Oh!" she exclaimed. "I—I—why do you ask that?" Then, her eyes searching the highway in the direction of Clinkerport, she cried: "Who is this coming, Tobias?" He turned from her to stare at the blue motor car approaching. He still held his pipe at a reflective poise, for Lorna’s evident disturbance of mind had impressed him.