'You can't do it,' he said.
'Can't do it?' I laughed. 'Don't be a fool. It's quite safe. There'll be nobody around. And even if we are interrupted they won't know who we are. That's why I didn't want to moor up at Fjaerland.'
'I'm not worried about your being discovered,' he answered. 'It's Jill I'm thinking about.'
'Jill?' I remembered how she had sighed and said she was glad there was to be no exhumation. 'Jill mustn't know,' I said.
'God almighty, man,' he cried. 'She been standing there white as a sheet ever since you ordered the dinghy to be cleared. Do you think she doesn't realise why you've moored up here?' 'I don't think so,' I said. 'Are you going to tell her?'
'Of course not,' he answered.
'Right,' I said. 'Now let's get on with clearing the dinghy.'
But he caught hold of my arm and swung me round. I could feel his fingers like a vice on my flesh and the sudden thought crept into my mind that he was in love with Jill. 'Are you going through with this?' he demanded angrily.
'Yes,' I said. 'Oh, for God's sake, Curtis — don't be childish. Jill needn't know anything about it. But I must know how Farnell died.'
'Why?'