Chapter 52

As they pushed off Tony asked, “What on earth are you doing in Annapolis? Hunting authors? Or getting a rest from them?” “I wish I might find one.” Michael leaned back lazily and took off his hat. “Do you see those sandpipers, Tony, on that little beach? Not many of them left in these degenerate days.” Tony was not interested in sandpipers. “Rickey Oliphant is doing a book,” he vouchsafed, “with Marty Van Duyne in it. Rickey goes mooning about the yacht like a young calf. But Marty calls him a tragic young god.” “H…