"Oh, yes. I handle it frequently, in one way and and another. I painted it for him last spring."
"Well, if you don't mind making a dollar, I'd be glad if you would walk along the docks and help me find it."
"Come along," said the caretaker. "There is nothing to do here, at this hour, but watch the club-house, and I certainly can't make an extra dollar doing that. We'll call it two dollars if I find the boat, seeing as how I'm dragged off from duty."
"All right," said Dearborn, who had carte blanche for expenses from the bank.
They walked off together at a good pace.
"You say that none of the yachts left the harbor yesterday?"
"No. There they are, over there, every one of them."
"Well, what size was the skiff he went off in?"
"An ordinary fourteen-foot shooting-skiff. One of old Rennardson's. You mind old Rennardson? He built a handy boat, did the old man."
"Could it cross the lake?"