She disappeared into the cabin with the pigeon cage. A moment later, Connie heard her call for her to come in too.
“It’s darling inside, Connie! You ought to see!”
Connie could not resist taking a quick look at the cabin’s interior. The room had been made very attractive with red draperies at the portholes. Bunks lined one side of the wall. A galley or kitchen unit filled the other side. The third wall was taken up by a leather seat.
“Why, one could live on this boat!” Vevi cried. “See! The cupboard is stocked with groceries!”
“We’re staying aboard too long,” Connie said uneasily. “Let’s go before Mrs. Allison finds us here.”
Even as she spoke, the girls heard soft footsteps on the dock.
“Someone’s coming now!” Connie declared, moving quickly to the window. “It’s probably Mrs. Allison or her husband.”
Peering out the porthole window, the girls tried to see who approached. At first they could see no one, although they kept hearing the soft tread of bare feet.
But as they watched, a man came into view. He wore only black bathing trunks and evidently had been swimming for his suit was wet.
“It’s Mr. Curry again,” said Vevi in a whisper. “Why does he swim so often? And so early in the morning?”