“Well, he’s got a nerve! Disappearing on us in the first place, and then taking my plane to do it in!”
“Yes, he said he hadn’t had a chance to let you know, or to ask your permission to use the Loening. Matters suddenly came to a head and he had to get to Stamford as soon as possible. It seems that some of Sanders’ crowd hang out there and they were up to something he couldn’t get the hang of.”
“Yes, I know—they’re coming up here in a boat of some kind. They’re after something that belongs to Mr. Evans.”
“That’s what he said. I mean, he described Sanders and told me that his crowd was trying to steal something from him.”
“Why doesn’t Evans move it to some safe deposit and let us out of all this hullabaloo!”
“Well, the funny part of it is, that he doesn’t know where it is—and apparently Sanders and his lads do!”
“That is a funny one,” grunted Bill. “Evans, the owner, doesn’t know where this valuable something is—and the would-be robbers do!”
“That’s what he told me, all right.”
“Well, what is it that they’re raising such a rumpus about? Does Evans himself know?” Bill was getting sarcastic over the situation.
“Search me. He didn’t say.”