If they were to be trapped, no suspicion could be aroused.
West thought of all these things as a taxi bore him across the city to the pier, and acted accordingly.

The open air restaurant accorded him every reasonable opportunity for concealment, while affording ample view of whatever was going on.

It was a bright, sunshiny day, the waters of the lake a deep blue.

No crowd was present, yet enough people were at the tables, or lounging about the pier, to make his presence unnoticeable.
The pleasure boat for Lincoln Park, a band aboard, and with a barker industriously busy, was close by, surrounded by a bevy of women and children.

Beyond these, on the same side, snuggled close against the cement wall, lay the yacht.