Before replying she looked out over the water for several moments. Harvey rested his oars and waited. She turned to him, still musing.
“I'll be frank,” she said. “I am not going to say how much I know, but I want you to tell me all about it.”
Harvey began to row.
“Of course,” she went on, “I have heard father's friends talking.”
Harvey smiled.
“You puzzle me,” he remarked.
“Why should any one wish to get control of your road?”
“Because there is coal on the line.”
“Is Mr. Weeks firmly in control?”
Harvey leaned over the oars.