“I’d like to dive for that,” Hervey said.
“Oh, I suppose you would,” Warde told him. “You know there’s no diving allowed away from the springboard. I’ll tell you where the tin box is if you want to know; it’s in your head.”
“It’s in the sharpy’s head too,” I said.
Brent said, “Well, there’s plenty of room there for it. Let it stay there.”
“He said something about a map,” Hervey went on.
“It’s going to be a nice moonlight night,” Brent said.
“How do you suppose he knows about that?” Hervey asked.
“How do we know?” I said. “I suppose he heard some talk somewhere.”
“Maybe he knows more than he said,” piped up Pee-wee; “it’s kind of mysterious. Maybe he’s a confederate of somebody, maybe. Maybe he had a partner hiding. I bet he knows a lot.”
“Sure,” I said, “partners is his middle name.”