Kells said: “It’s an awfully long chance. Do you suppose you could get a line on it from any of your friends?”
“I don’t think so. I know a couple fellas who worked for Rose and Haardt, but with Rose wanted they wouldn’t open up.
Bernie took out a knife and a plug of tobacco, whittled himself a fresh chew.
Kells said: “Try.”
“Okay.”
They went into the waiting room and Bernie went into the telephone booth.
Borg had found a funny paper. He looked up at Kells, said, “I’ll bet the guys that get up these things make a pile of jack — huh?”
Kells said they probably did.
Borg sighed. “I always wanted to be a cartoonist,” he said.
Bernie came out of the booth in a little while. “There’s a man named Carver got a string of U Drive pleasure boats down at Long Beach,” he said. “He says a couple men and a woman hired one about eight-thirty and ain’t come back yet. One of ’em sounds like Rose. The other was a little guy; and the woman, he don’t know about — she was bundled up.”