“What do you expect to find up there?”
“I might find the records of the old dredging company dealing with a survey of the land they dredged.”
“Then what?”
“If I could get them,” I said, “and they show what I think they’ll show, I’ll make a deal with the lawyer — but I don’t think I can get them.”
“Why not?”
“The brain that thought up that sales canvass and beating the Blue Sky Act has probably taken care of all that.”
“What else will you do?”
“Look the ground over and try and find the crooked part of the scheme.”
“And while you’re gone, how about — er — this other matter?”
“This other matter,” I said, “is getting hot, too hot for me to handle right now without getting my fingers burnt. I thought I’d stay away for a day or so and let it cool off.”