Chapter Twelve
When we returned to the dock the next morning we found that Augustin had sent his own personal boat to pick us up. It was a small cabin cruiser, and it didn’t attract any more attention in a sea full of similar boats than the fishing boat had. Augustin lived very well, but he had an aversion to showing off his wealth. He had told me once that such display only caused trouble, and if an inconspicuous boat did all of the things he needed or wanted it to do, why use a conspicuous one? I was glad of his consideration, because the wind was stronger today, the sea choppier, and it threatened to rain. Alison and I made ourselves comfortable below decks, where we discovered that Augustin had even seen to it that a light breakfast was provided. The boat started out almost immediatel
