Of course, that would prove too good to be true. A few minutes after leaving the motel, Arbogast stopped at a phone booth and made a call. "Oh, hello, Loomis? This is Arbogast. Is Will Turner there? Good. Let me talk to him, please." There was a pause as the other line was passed along.
"Hello, Will? Will, listen, Jack was up here. Yes. I know you know that. The owner remembers the two of you spent last Saturday night at the Bates Motel. It's right out here on the old highway. I even know what cabin he was in. It was number one. Well, this young fella that runs the place said that he just spent the night, left the next day, and that was it." He paused again as Will responded.
"Uh, no, not exactly," Arbogast said. "Well, I did question him, believe me, but I think I got all there was to get. I'll just have to pick up the pieces from here." There was another pause as Will started talking again.
"Well, I tell you, I don't feel, uh, entirely satisfied," the detective told the pirate. "See, this boy had a sick old mother. I think she saw Jack and talked to him." Arbogast paused again as Will asked about Mrs. Bates.
"No, no, unfortunately, he wouldn't let me see her." Another pause. "Well, I was, but uh, I think I'll go back to the motel first." Will tried to cut in, but Arbogast continued, "No-you stay there with Loomis. I'll be back in about an hour." Arbogast let Will talk a moment.
"Alright, fine. Listen, I… You'll be happy to know what I think. Uh, I think our friend Sam Loomis didn't know that Jack was here. Yeah. See you in about an hour. Or less. Alright. Bye-bye."