“Might just as well stay in the city if you have to write.”
“Just what I was thinking. But I don’t know. This is a pretty good place to think; and I don’t intend to keep it up after I get this off by mail, and maybe one or two other things out of my system.”
“Hunting a quiet place, then?”
“Yes; but it is partly for a vacation, too. Aren’t you the man who runs a lot of the fishing around here?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“I think I saw you in the village, and someone told me. I got hold of a boy that works for you and I told him to bring me something every day, fish, shrimp, your choicest of anything. Can that be done?”
“Yes, but you will have to pay for it.”
“All right. Want a little pay in advance?”
“No objection.”
“Don’t cheat me, then.” Evan Tudor’s tone was not one which would give offense, rather one inclined to banter. He felt in his vest pocket and took out a folded bill, for five dollars. “That all right?”