By this point, Scooter looked like he was in dire need of chocolate. I pointed at my purse. He pawed through the contents, clearly relieved when he found a dark chocolate butterscotch crunch bar.
While Scooter snarfed down chocolate and got some color back in his face, Ben and I tossed around ideas about the murder.
“But if someone killed Captain Dan for the compass, why didn’t they get it out of the compartment after he was dead?” I asked.
“Maybe they didn’t know how to open the compartment,” Ben replied. “You’ve got to press on it just right for the door to open. Maybe they didn’t even know about the compartment.”
“Maybe they didn’t even know about the compass,” I suggested. “It could have been an entirely different motive, like revenge. A lot of people were mad at Captain Dan becaus
