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I had a bowl of decent chowder, phoned the Doc and he said he'd leave the death statements with his girl -- in a half hour.

Lighting my pipe, I took a walk.

The Harbor is a big yachting basin in the summer.

Even now, there were several slick cruisers tied to the dock, an ocean-going yawl anchored inside the breakwater.

There was a 34 foot Wheeler with Chief Bob's in big gold letters on its stern also tied up at the dock.

It wasn't a new boat, about five years old, but fitted with fishing outriggers and chairs.

I asked an old guy running a fishing station if the boat was Moore's.

He said, `` You bet.

Bob Moore is plumb crazy about blue fishing ''.