. . .

“You do understand that uncle Bertram took all our money and ran away to an uncharted island, right?” says Tom.

Maria nods. “It’s why I’m here,” she says.

“Pardon?”

“We’re playing a deadly game of cat and mouse,” Maria says. “But right now, he’s it. So where better to stay than the last place he’d ever visit?”

“Whatever,” says Tom. “Just, you’d better not be joking about that dab hand thing!”

“She’s not that bad,” says Jane, sizing her up.