Mystery of Crocodile Island - Carolyn Keene [12]
“Ah. Here it is,” he said triumphantly. “It belongs to two men, Matt Carmen and Breck Tobin. They live in Bridgeport, Connecticut.”
“Do you know who they are?” Nancy asked.
“No. Never heard of them. I wonder what they’re doing down here. They’re a long way from home.”
“I’m sure they’re in league with the men who run the Crocodile Ecology Company,” Nancy said.
“Maybe they’re supposed to guard the place,” George spoke up. “They got rid of us in a hurry!”
“I hope they don’t check up on who owns the Pirate and then come here and bother us!” Bess said, worried.
Danny insisted upon being cheerful about the whole affair. “We may be boxed in, but we’re not going to let those guys get the better of us!” he vowed.
Nancy smiled. “That’s the spirit! The question is, what are we going to do next?”
When Mr. Cosgrove returned home, the young people told him what had happened and asked his opinion on the case. He thought for a few moments, then said, “Frankly, I’m puzzled. We now have a list of suspicious people, but we still have no idea of what they’re up to.”
“Or how the periscope fits in,” Nancy added.
Mr. Cosgrove smiled. “Are you sure you weren’t looking at a marker for a buoy?”
“I don’t think so,” Nancy replied. “But the only way to find out for sure will be to go back and look again.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t use the Pirate;” Danny said. “Our enemies are familiar with it. Whenever they see us they’ll come after us.”
“What do you have in mind?” his father asked.
“Perhaps we could ask our friends the Piarullis if we can use their cabin cruiser.” He turned to the girls. “They dock right next to us, and if they’re not using the Sampson, I’m sure they’ll let us have it. It’s enclosed, too, which would help. Those men couldn’t identify us.”
“That’s a good idea,” Mr. Cosgrove agreed. “I’ll call them and ask.”
He went to the telephone and returned a few minutes later. “Mr. Piarulli said you can have his boat tomorrow. Unfortunately, their son and his wife are taking it up north the following day.”
Danny grinned. “One day is better than none!”
“True,” George agreed. “But what do we do after that?”
“Play it by ear,” Danny said with a grin. “We’ll take things as they come. Let’s leave early in the morning. The tide should be just right.”
“Do you think it’s necessary for all of us to go?” Bess asked. “Mrs. Cosgrove promised to show me how to make Lemon Nut Cake. I don’t want to pass up the opportunity to enlarge my knowledge of recipes.”
“If you’d rather cook than be a detective, you’re welcome to stay home,” George said.
Bess could not stand her cousin’s condescending tone. “On second thought, I’ll postpone my culinery education,” she decided.
Bess was relieved, however, when the plans changed abruptly later that evening. The Cosgroves and their guests were seated in the living room, discussing the mystery. The visitors were trying to figure out the connection between the men on Crocodile Island and the two from Connecticut when the telephone rang.
Mr. Cosgrove answered, then said, “Nancy, there’s a long-distance call for you!”
CHAPTER VI
The Impostor
THE caller was Mr. Drew.
“I’ve had a long conversation with Roger Gonzales,” he told Nancy. “He’s eager to see you and has asked that you meet him at twelve o’clock tomorrow at his golf club. Mr. Cosgrove will give you directions. You’re to tell the man at the desk that you’re Miss Boonton.”
Nancy did not reply immediately.
“Is something wrong?” her father asked.
“I don’t know. Dad, have you any idea where Mr. Gonzales called from?”
“No. His house, I suppose. Why?”
“Because I think his phone is being tapped.”
“Why do you say that?”
“His enemies knew all about our arrival,” Nancy said, and told her father about the kidnapping attempt.
“I don’t like this!” he exclaimed. “The case is more dangerous than I expected.”
“One thing is sure,” Nancy said. “Our masquerade is known. When we visited Crocodile Island, someone took our pictures.”
“Great!” her father