'Where are your boats now?'
'The divin' boat's lyin' just ra'nd the 'eadland.'
'And the other — the fishing boat?' I asked.
His grey eyes looked up furtively at me over his drink. 'Me mate's gorn inter Bovaagen for somefink,' he muttered and gulped down his glass of cognac.
CHAPTER FIVE
Don't Forget the Diver
I watched the little Cockney diver as he sipped a second glass of cognac and I was certain he was hiding something. The others had the same idea. They were watching him, too. He glanced quickly in our direction and edged away towards the station manager. Jill gripped my arm. 'Bill!' she whispered, 'do you think he could have picked Schreuder up this morning?' Her voice was tense and strained.
'I don't know,' I answered. 'It's possible. What do you think?'
'I felt-' She hesitated and then looked up at me. 'Bill, I felt close to him this morning — terribly, strangely close. It was as though-' She stopped and then said, 'I don't know. I just felt as though I were close to him, that's all.'
To Farnell?'