“You bet. Tim Duval’s the name. I use her for Tunny fishing and other things. When you’re out of this jam, you come on a trip with me. You’ll like it.” He winked. “I’ll be glad to have her back, but keep her as long as you like. She’s gassed up and ready to go. She’ll take you to Cuba if you’re figuring on going that far.”
Miss Wonderly came staggering back with the two suit-cases. She wasn’t scared to make herself useful. She looked kind of cute in her blue crepe—like she was in a fancy dress, and it showed off her figure. Duval had trouble keeping his eyes off her. I had trouble too.
We dumped the grips on board, and then she ducked down into the cockpit.
“Get into the cabin, sweetheart,” I called. “It’ll be safer there.” I didn’t want anyone to see her as I pulled out along the long wharf.
She went into the cabin and shut the door.
“Want me to come along?” Duval asked hopefully.
I shook my head. “No.”
He shrugged. “Okay,” he said. “I’d sooner travel alone— with her. Nice, eh?”
“Huh uh,” I said, and gave him the keys of the Buick.
“You won’t have any trouble with that boat. She’s sweet to handle;” he said, taking the keys. “I’ll look after the heep for you.”