Salt shook his head. “A business suit with a grease spot on the vest isn’t the correct dress for a formal wedding. You might get by but I won’t.”
“Then should I try it alone?”
“I’ll have to get those pictures somehow,” stated Salt grimly.
“Maybe we could hire a boat of our own,” Penny suggested. “Of course it wouldn’t look as well as if we arrived on the guest launch.”
“Let’s see what we can line up,” Salt said, swinging open the car door.
They walked to the river’s edge and looked in both directions. There were no small boats to be seen. The only available craft was a large motor boat which came slowly downstream toward the open drawbridge. Penny caught a glimpse of the pilot, a burly man with a red, puffy face.
Salt slid down the bank toward the water’s edge, and hailed the boat.
“Hey, you, Cap’n!” he called. “Two bucks to take me across the river.”
The man inclined his head, looked steadily at Salt for an instant, then deliberately turned his back.
“Five!” shouted Salt.