“I’m wondering too if Jabowski may not be mixed up with the river pirates.”
Mr. Hatfield gazed at the boy in amazement.
“Hold on, Dan!” he exclaimed. “You’re going too fast for me.”
“No one likes Jabowski,” Dan argued. “He has no friends. I know because I’ve inquired.”
“The man isn’t very likeable, I’ll grant, but to accuse him of being a crook is something I wouldn’t venture to do.”
“I’m not accusing him, Mr. Hatfield. I’m only wondering. You recall, on the night the furs were stolen, a motorboat almost like Mr. Manheim’s tore into Mr. Holloway’s sailboat.”
“I remember, Dan.”
“Since then, police have watched the waterfront for that boat. Especially gasoline outlets.”
“I’ve read so in the papers, Dan.”
“According to the stories, police have been puzzled as to where the boat owners put in for fuel.”