CHAPTER SIX
The Pottery PigMitchell came out of Room 22. “Oakport tells me that a tea room called the ‘Pottery Pig’ is taking messages for the Cove,” he said, as he and Gamadge went down the corridor. “We might as well stop there and see whether they got any telephone call yesterday from the Harbour Inn. I suppose they write the messages down. I don’t make a practice of expecting too much, but that message, if we get hold of it, might just settle the whole thing.”
“You didn’t call the Harbour Inn?”
“May not need to. Besides, they might not have listened in on the talk, and it would have been the night shift, anyway, I guess. This place is our best bet.”
“If we like the look of it, we can lunch there.”
Sanderson was at the lobby desk, sorting mail. He said he would be very glad to go u
