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Show page 105 brother had written him, asking him to meet him at t h i s out-of- the-way lake, that they would share a fortune, that perchance they missed each other the money in a satchel would be buried on the island in the center distance of three pines, one leaning east, a cypress d i r e c t l y west, with ample pine straw covering. Then a note of humor, that he would send the real ox^ners of the money to Savannah Beach, to dig at t h e i r pleasure, as they were the type that needed the exercise. Miles placed his cup and saucer in the sink, stepped to the bedroom and opened a drawer and reached for his .45 caliber p i s t o l . It was gone. He closed the drax?er and left the house hurriedly, heading for the boat dock. Lonnie was polishing brass stern r a i l s . Miles stopped under the small ax^ming of his office and watched Lonnie scramble across the dock toward him. Lonnie had a message, even before Miles could ask about the 40-footer. "Miles, Cora t e l l me to wish you good health when you come.!" "She's out?" Miles asked, looking out over the lake, parts of which held heavy mist. "Around the island, I think, in the twin-screw Colonial." "The 40-footer?" " S t i l l out. The men took food." "She say aiything - anything unusual?" "She say xvish you good health, Miles," the boy repeated. Miles placed a jaded hand on Lonnie's shoulder. "You had breakfast?" "Yes." |
