line.
Frank related their theory that the pearls might have been the object of the burglary attempts and told how they had found the cane to be empty.
âDonât worry. I havenât carried any pearls in the cane since I retired from the Service,â Captain Early replied. âYou fellows deserve credit for a smart guess, though.â
The captain explained that the pearls which he had collected had been made into a necklace for his late wife, and now were owned by one of her relatives.
Frank, somewhat letdown, observed, âEven so, the burglar must have thought the cane still held a fortune in pearls, just as we did.â
âHmm. I suppose thatâs possible,â Captain Early agreed, âif heâd heard about me from some acquaintance in the Navy.â
âOne thing has us stymied,â Frank went on. âHow did he know the cane was still at our house? If he trailed you there Monday night and saw you leave the next day, I should think he wouldâve been fooled by seeing you carry Dadâs walking stick.â
âHold on! Maybe he was!â Captain Early said excitedly. âYou remember my telling you about that motorist who picked me up?â
âYes.â
âThe fellow seemed interested in my caneâeven asked to take a look at it after I got into his car. It was then I first noticed Iâd taken the wrong one, and I mentioned the mix-up.â
âWow! That could mean he drained the gas tank Monday night!â Frank exclaimed. âHe may have counted on picking you up when you ran out of gas, swiping your cane, and pushing you out of the car!â
Joe, who was listening in on the conversation, broke in, âSo he knew where to look for the caneâat our house.â
âWell, boys, your theory seems to explain all the angles of the case,â Captain Early said. âAt any rate, the burglar hasnât come back. And I hope he doesnât.â
Frank ended the call after getting a description of the motorist and his car.
The rain ceased and the skies began to clear soon after the boys emerged from the radio shack. Roland Perry met them out on deck.
âLooks as though weâre in luck,â he remarked. âCaptain says the hurricaneâs moving out to sea again.â
âHmm! That air sure smells good,â said Chet, who was rapidly regaining his usual healthy appetite. âThink Iâll go see if the cook has any leftovers.â
âWatch it. He may put you to work washing dishes,â Joe joked.
âWho cares? Itâll be worth it!â Chet said breezily, and trotted off toward the galley.
Stars were now twinkling brightly and the cove lay silvered with moonlight. Voices carried across the water from the Salvor anchored nearby.
Perry eyed the other boat suspiciously. âIâd sure give a lot to know what those bilge rats are after.â
The Hardys, recalling Bockâs threat to their father, expressed the same interest. Frank then told the diver about the cave on the island. âIt looks as if somebody lived in it.â
âAnd it may be the answer to a ghost mystery,â Joe stated. âYou want to have a look at it?â
Perry, intrigued, quickly agreed to accompany the Hardys ashore. The Sleuth was lowered over the side and a few spurts of her motor brought them quickly to the beach.
When they reached the cave, Frank led the way inside. He shone his flashlight beam over the campsite traces on the floor, then upward to the tally marks scratched on the wall.
âPoor guy. Must have had a pretty rugged diet,â said Perry, toeing the scattered bird bones. âIâd say he was probably a shipwrecked sailor or a stranded fisherman.â
âIn that case, why live in a cave when thereâs a perfectly good lighthouse handy?â Joe countered.
âHmm, you have a point there.â The diver rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. âWhatâs this ghost mystery