“We came to take one of the boys back to the station with us,” the sergeant explained. “A kid by the name of Dan Carter. Is he around?”
Dan drew in his breath, and answered uneasily: “I’m Dan Carter. Why do you want me? What have I done now?”
“Why, nothing—not a thing,” the police officer reassured him. “Weren’t you one of the youngsters who saw the operator of a motorboat that struck Mr. Holloway’s sailboat?”
“That’s right. But how did you know?”
“Oh, we check up,” the sergeant replied with a friendly grin. “Remember the blindman?”
“I did tell him about the crash,” Dan recalled. “He passed the information on to you?”
“Right. You saw the men in that boat?”
“Yes, but not plainly. The boat was running without lights.”
“Think you could identify any of the men if you saw ’em again?”
“One of them, I might.”