Lunch was ready by the time we had had a wash and a drink. It was laid out in the suntrap outside: a small verandah, screened by glass, overlooking the river. We sat down to a swell meal.
“You got a grand spot here,” I said, helping myself to lobster salad.
Kennedy nodded. “It is very convenient,” he said, with a faint smile. “I don’t see people for weeks here. Just the place for relaxation.”
I looked at him quickly. “I’ve got another name for it,” I said with a grin.
He laughed. “You don’t look as if you’ve had much relaxation,” he said. “What have you been doing with your face?”
That put me in a fix. I wasn’t sure how far he might be involved in this business.
I said carelessly, “Oh, I got into a scrap last night.”
We finished our meal and sat there in the sun with a nice cigar and some old brandy, and talked. I said casually, after we had been talking some time, “I’m thinkin’ of buyin’ some stock. Can you advise me?”
He began to go through a list of names that didn’t mean much to me.
“What about Mackenzie Fabrics?” I shot out.