‘We stop at the locks at Sault Ste Marie.’ Sheridan was getting annoyed. ‘if you’re thinking of sailing with us, you’ll have to ask the captain.’ He returned to his papers and I left the bridge.
I went back to the Holiday Inn, repacked my little bag, and had some lunch. I loaded my gun and pushed it in my belt. At three-thirty I went back to Wharf67 and once more climbed the ladder to the Lucella’s main deck.