‘Greta Ross is young,’ I thought. ‘Is her husband young, too? How can a young man buy an island? Is he very rich?’
After the train, we went on Mr Ross’s boat, which took us out to the island. The boatman was a young man. He had dark hair and was brown from the sun.
‘This is Tony,’ said Greta Ross. ‘He works for Mr Ross.’
‘Hi,’ said Tony.
Soon we were near the island. I could see the beaches and the cliff. The boat slowed down.
‘There are dangerous rocks around the island,’ explained Tony. ‘A lot of them are under the water and you can’t see them. I have to be careful. But the rocks keep other boats away, and that pleases Mr Ross.’
‘Why?’ I asked.
