With that, Cranston glanced at his watch and added:
“The real fool would be Margo, if she made such a buy. I’d better go hunt for her before she receives a call.”
While Cranston spoke, Farnsworth was dialing the telephone, trying to get Ronjan’s number. Receiving no response, Farnsworth followed Cranston to the door and said in parting:
“Not that mink coats aren’t important, Cranston, but Ronjan has me worried. There’s only one place where he could have gone.”
Cranston made a half-jesting inquiry while half way through the door.
“Somewhere out in Central Park?”
“Be serious, Cranston,” returned Farnsworth. “I think Ronjan may be digging up some new investors. He may intend to drop the Good Wind job and go hunting treasure elsewhere. There’s one place he would take such investors.”
“Out to Skipper’s Rock?”
“That’s right. To see the full-sized articulated subsea tunnel. I’m going down the Battery and hire a boat myself to go out there. Call me at midnight; that’s about the soonest I can hope to be back.”
Cranston gave a nod and closed the door behind him. As he came out on the avenue, a taxicab swung around the corner only to be disappointed when a limousine pulled in front of it to pick up the gentleman in evening clothes.