With a simultaneous start, both women looked up.
"No-siree. Bank cashier or not, Charlie warn't that much of a numskull. He was primed to fish in more propitious waters."
"Zenas Henry, do stop beatin' round the bush an' say what you have to say. If you're goin' to tell us where Charlie Eldridge went, out with it. If not, stop talkin' about it," burst out his wife sharply.
"Ain't I tellin' you fast as I can? Why get so het up? If you must know an' can't wait another minute, Charlie went fishin' in Crocker's Cove."
"Crocker's Cove!" cried two feminine voices.
Zenas Henry's only reply was a deliberate nod.
"Crocker's Cove?" gasped Abbie.
"Crocker's Cove?" echoed Rebecca.
"Crocker's Cove," nodded Zenas Henry.