"Then your way is just plain morbid," she said, "and it's about time you dropped it." She seemed to get a sudden idea. "I know the person you ought to meet——"
"Do you? What's his name?" I inquired.
"Eleanore Dillon," she answered. I looked up at her with a start.
"Eleanore Dillon? Is she still around?"
I hadn't thought of that girl in years.
"She is—and she's just what you need," said Sue, with that know-it-all smile of hers. Her head was now cocked a bit to one side. "Your little friend of long ago," she added sympathetically. I eyed Sue for a moment. I did not care at all for her tone.
"What do I need her for?" I asked.
"To talk to you of the harbor, of course—that's her especial line these days."
"The harbor?" I demanded. "That girl?"
"Yes—the harbor, that girl." Sue seemed to be having quite a good time. My jaw set tight.