"New York."
"Been riding all night?"
The stranger nodded.
"I like traveling at night," he volunteered. "Less traffic. Can you tell me where a Mr. Heath is staying?"
"Heath? The chap who ran aground on the Crocker Cove sand bar?"
"He came in a boat," replied the other cautiously.
"Then he's your party. He's over to The Widder's."
"The Widow's?"
"U—h—aah."
"Where's that?"