“Snug against it.”
“How deep are these closets here, forward?”
“About three feet. You can see for yourself.”
The Secret Service man drew a little searchlight from his vest pocket and stooping, walked through one of the closet doors. He produced a tape and measured the space. “Exactly three feet,” he remarked.
“How much cargo can you carry?” he asked, suddenly shifting the subject.
“A pile of it,” said Jensen. “She’ll carry more stuff than any boat of her size in the harbor.”
“But I must know exactly.”
“I can’t tell you exactly.”
“Maybe I can figure it myself. Let’s take a look at the hold.”
The party came up from the cabin and went forward, dropping through an open hatchway, inside the boat. The hold was bare and perfectly clean. With his tape Sheridan rapidly measured the hold, beginning at the bow and working back toward the cabin in the stern.