weâll have to. Though odds are the thief stole the hard copy of the manuscript from the shelves and deleted it from the computer. I donât remember seeing any manuscripts in all that messâjust papers and files.â
Joe chewed his lip as he thought. âWhat about the other suspects, Frank? Did Con tell you anything about them?â
âTheyâre just your typical hardworking tax-paying citizensânothing special in their backgrounds, no police records. Scarlatti and Ferrier are under forty, so theyâre too young to have been on the Ebony Pearl. Thereâs no obvious connection between them and the ship. But theyâre still not off the hookâMr. Geovanisâs disappearance may have nothing to do with the ship.â
âLetâs head over to Cartwrightâs,â Joe said. âWe need to ask him a few more questions. But first give a call to Aliciaâwe have to borrow her Jeep.â
âGood thinking,â Frank said, picking up the phone. âWeâve learned the hard way that mopeds are no match for a dune buggy.â
Half an hour later Frank and Joe were in Aliciaâs Jeep, heading toward Cartwrightâs place in a thickening fog. The thunderstorms had finally blown out to sea, and the morning air was still and humid. The sky was a steel gray color, and blankets of mist shrouded the fields and sea.
âThereâs not much chance the sun will burn this fog off,â Frank muttered, flicking on his headlights. âItâs too thick.â
He turned left into Cartwrightâs driveway, a narrow rutted road that ran between tangled masses of trees and vines. After driving about a quarter of a mile, Frank saw Cartwrightâs enormous house rising up on a bluff overlooking the water.
âWow,â Joe commented, taking in the houseand the Jaguar convertible pulled up by the front door. âCartwright sure isnât hurting for cash.â
âIf Cartwright was in fact the shipâs purser,â Frank said, âthen he would have been responsible for the passengersâ valuables. He could have stolen jewels and money from the safe before the ship went down.â
âAnd lived off his ill-gotten gains ever since,â Joe said. âUsing a new identity so no one would know.â
âIt does make sense. By the way, Alicia doesnât know why Cartwrightâs missing part of his fingerâI asked her this morning,â Frank said. He brought the Jeep to a stop next to the Jaguar. Then he and Joe climbed out and strode up to Cartwrightâs front door. Frank used the brass door knocker, then the brothers waited impatiently for an answer.
âSomeone has to be homeâthereâs a car here,â Joe pointed out.
âBut no oneâs coming to the door,â Frank said, peering through a window.
âLetâs head over to those trees by the eastern edge of the cranberry bog,â Frank suggested. âThe trees Bud couldnât get to.â
Frank and Joe hopped into the Jeep and drove back down the long driveway. After parking the Jeep on the side of the main road, they stepped out and jogged down a dirt road that cut alongthe eastern side of the bog. Soon a narrow patch of trees and brush appeared about twenty feet ahead on the left. The trees were dense, their leaves dripping with moisture in the fog.
âI canât see too far,â Joe said, âjust the trees nearest me.â Glancing around, he caught a glimpse of something dark and square to his left. âFrank, come here,â he called. âI think I see a shed.â
Joe heard a roaring noise, like someone revving the engine of a car. The sound was coming from a break in the trees. At that instant a blue dune buggy with a red lobster insignia zoomed out of the brush. A man wearing a black ski mask was at the wheel.
âFrank,â Joe called, âlook out!â His heart hammering, Joe raced for the Jeep, with
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