She said sullenly, “Mrs. Morrison isn’t in.” Shayne grinned. “It’s Mr. Morrison I want.” “He’s not in either.” She started to close the door. Shayne put his foot in the crack. “Are you sure? He promised to take me out in his boat this afternoon.” “He’s already been out. Now he’s taking Howard horseback riding.” Shayne shrugged and said, “Then I guess it’ll be all right if I take the boat out myself. He asked me to use it any time I wished.” She said, “I guess it’s all right.” He turned and went down the steps and across the sloping lawn to the dock. There was no one around, and Shayne stepped into the boat tied alongside. He untied the painter and pushed off, then gave the outboard motor a spin. It was still warm and kicked off immediately. Shayne settled himself with his hand on the tiller and looked at his watch.
