Warde said, “I guess there are, but I don’t know whether they dance or not.”
He didn’t seem to mind that. He just said, “I heard there were eels in here. It’s deep farther out from shore, isn’t it?”
I said, “Sure it is, it’s what they call the perch-hole right out there. I guess there are eels, too, but we never bother with them.”
He kind of waited a minute, then he said, “That’s about where the accident was, isn’t it? When the man got drowned?”
“Good night,” I said to myself, “the cat is out of the bag.”
Hervey said, “There have been four or five accidents.” By that I knew he wasn’t thinking especially about any particular one.
Brent said, “Yes, out there somewhere. There have been several drownings in the lake.”
We were just going to start to row away when the fellow said, “They ever find the tin box?”
“Not as I know of,” Brent said.
“A chap in Brookside was telling me about it,” the sharpy said. “’Bout three hundred bucks, I hear. They ever take any steps to get it?”