So Jimmy, aided now and then by Agatha, delivered a Straker-ized version of the wreck and the arrival at Ilion.
"But before that," questioned the manager. "How did you happen to be on the Jeanne D'Arc?"
For the first time James hesitated. Not even Agatha knew that part of the story. "I was picked up by the Jeanne D'Arc in New York harbor," he replied slowly.
Mr. Straker frowned. "How—picked up?"
"Out of the water."
"What were you in the water for?"
"I had just dropped off a tug."
"What for?"
"Because I wanted the yacht to pick me up."
At this point Mr. Straker directed a commiserating look at Agatha. It said "Crazy" as plain as words.