"No, siree, it has not," I told him.
"All right, has it anything to do with the key?"
He shot it out just like that and oh, boy, wasn't I up in the air.
I said, "Maybe, kind of; yes, it has."
"Well then, you'd better tell me all about it," he said.
"I can't," I told him.
He said, "Oh, yes, you can."
"I promised I wouldn't," I said.
"Well then," he said, "we're all up in the air and I guess I can't help you much. I just thought that maybe two heads would be better than one, that's all. The money came out of the locker, that's sure. Any idea who it belongs to?"
For a minute I just sat there thinking, watching him dip his oars. He lifted them up and I could hear the water drip from them, and then it would be all quiet till he did it again.