"A very pretty craft, built on fine lines," said Brack.
"I've had a talk with her. She's interested in the man I'm on the lookout for."
"Is she?"
"You know she is. Didn't she speak about him when you took her out?"
"Maybe she did, maybe she didn't."
Carl laughed.
"You're a sly old sea dog," he said. "Now Brack, listen to me. That lady is interested in Hector Woodridge, No. 832; that's his name, certain of it, no mistake. Another thing, she's afraid of him; afraid he'll do her some bodily harm if he comes across her. Now why should he? There must be some good reason."
"Afraid of him, is she? By gad, I thought the same thing."
"Then you talked about him in the boat?"
"Yes, that's so."