Duff nodded. “Okay. Incidentally, I tried to find your agents around here yesterday.
They must have been taking a day off.”
Higgins stared. Then he laughed. “You thought you could deliver the capsule to my men, hunh? They were here, just the same, son. As I said they’d be.”
“But there wasn’t a soul! Except some colored road workers!” Duff, seeing the G-man’s look, broke off and blushed. “Oh!” He joined ruefully in Higgins’ chuckle. “I did find one thing, though. There’s a sinkhole”—he pointed out the window—”beyond the banyan and those gumbo-limbo trees.”
Higgins said he’d have it looked over. Perhaps it had been; Duff couldn’t tell from the G-man’s response. Higgins went upstairs and returned to the kitchen shortly. He said to Duff, who was eating a home-grown banana and drinking coffee, “Brother, you sure would make some girl a wonderful wife! When you clean, you clean!”
Duff walked down the drive with him. “Thought you didn’t want any — people to know you were still interested in this place?”
Higgins nodded. “I checked with my road crew before this call. If anybody peculiar had showed up, I’d have got a signal and you’d have had to sneak me out.”
“There’s another item. Harry’s funeral. That’s tomorrow. Since we know now what Harry was, perhaps the family—”
The G-man shook his head. “No. They’re going?”
“They intend to. Even Eleanor plans to cut some of her schedule.”