“Have you lost any shipments lately?” Joe Matt inquired.
“Not since the furs were snatched. All the same, I’m keeping my fingers crossed.”
“You don’t think the river pirates would strike twice in the same area?” the blindman scoffed. “Especially with police on the lookout.”
“I wouldn’t put anything past those boys!” Hank retorted as he studied a bill of lading. “I’m taking no chances! Not with another valuable shipment due any day.”
“Another box of furs?”
“That’s right.”
“Coming through around the 24th,” the blindman remarked casually.
“That happens to be the date,” Hank admitted, gazing at the other rather sharply. “But I don’t remember saying anything about it. Fact is—”
“You told me the other day.”
“Then it was a slip of the tongue,” Hank replied. “You’ll do me a favor not to speak of the date. It’s confidential information.”