“And what do you make of your boat?” said Mr. Inspector.

“What if I put off in her and take a look round? I know his ways, and the likely nooks he favours. I know where he’d be at such a time of the tide, and where he’d be at such another time. Ain’t I been his pardner? None of you need show. None of you need stir. I can shove her off without help; and as to me being seen, I’m about at all times.”

“You might have given a worse opinion,” said Mr. Inspector, after brief consideration. “Try it.”

“Stop a bit. Let’s work it out. If I want you, I’ll drop round under the Fellowships and tip you a whistle.”