Maybe it's the name of a boat--seems to me I've heard some such name before, but I don't just recollect where." "A boat! Well, that's a straw anyway, and worth looking up." Mac picked up the telephone.

"Who is on at the Harbour Master's office this time of night ?" "Winchell, usually, and he'll have a record there." The detective jiggled the receiver impatiently.
"Yes, this is police headquarters calling.

Give me the Harbour Master's office, please--I said the Harbour office.

Oh, is this you, Dan?
Bob McAdams speaking.

Do you know of any boat on the lakes called the _Seminole_?
What's that?
A lumber schooner at Escanaba?
Never makes this port, you say?
And you don't know of any other by that name?
Sure, I'll hold the wire; look it up." "Not a very promising lead," he said over his shoulder, "but Dan will have the dope for us in a minute." He suddenly straightened up, the receiver at his ear.
"I didn't quite get that, Dan.