“Tell me what it is.”
“No, I intend to work by myself until I’m sure that I’m on the right track. I’ve not even told Pop.”
“Does it have anything to do with Sweeper Joe?”
Sally’s expression became blank. “I don’t know much about him,” she dismissed the subject. “My information concerns a certain house upriver. But don’t ask me to tell you more.”
Hastily she gathered up paint cans and brush, turning to leave. “Are you really serious about racing with me tomorrow?” she demanded.
“Of course!”
“Then you’re elected first mate of the Cat’s Paw! Meet me at the yacht club dock at six in the morning for a trial workout. The preliminary race is at two.”
“I’ll be there without fail.”
“And bring a little luck with you,” Sally added with a grin. “We may need it to defeat the Spindrift.”