“Patent water-still.”
Average Jones leaned forward. “How big?”
“Don’t know. Cost twenty dollars.”
“Little one, then. That means about three people. Taken with the compass, it means a small-boat trip on salt water.”
“Small boat nothin’!” retorted the other. “His doctor met me this morning an’ told me Roddy had sent for him and ast him a lot of questions about eatin’ aboard ship and which way to have his berth made up, and all that.”
“A small-boat trip following a sea trip, then. What else have you found?”
“Nothin’ much. Mosquito nettin’, pills, surgeon’s plaster and odds and ends of drugs.”
“Let me see the drug list.”
He ran his eye down the paper. Then he looked at Doctor Hoff with a half smile.
“You didn’t notice anything peculiar about this list?”