“Come up to Harvey’s Wharf. They’ll tell you where it is. The motor boat will be there to meet you — “
“What shall I do with my car?” questioned Harry.
“You’ll have to leave it in the village garage,” was the reply. “Get a man to drive up with you. Let him take the car back. There’s no place to keep it up here.”
Concluding the conversation, Harry turned to question the storekeeper. He noted that the proprietor was talking with two old men, both of whom appeared to be natives of the district. Their conversation ceased when Harry approached.
“Where’s the village garage?” asked Harry.
“Across the street,” said the proprietor.
“Guess I’ll have to leave my car there,” Harry remarked. “I’m going out to visit Professor Whitburn.”
One of the old men removed his clay pipe from his mouth, and advanced a question.
“You know the old professor, eh?” he asked. “Been out there before?”
“If I had been out there before,” smiled Harry, “I wouldn’t be asking the way to the place.”