“Last Friday.”
“Three days ago,” thought Nick, a bit amused. “He’s not getting rich at that canter with this old tub. It would take a corkscrew, moreover, to draw anything out of him. I’ll try once more.”
“Who runs that place a quarter mile down the stream?” he inquired.
“Sign’s on the building,” said Jones, rowing steadily and vigorously.
“I cannot read it at this distance.”
“Name’s Ardley.”
“Do you know him.”
“Yep.”
“Anything about him?”
“Nope.[Pg 25]”