"Fighting talk," Cap"n Mike chuckled happily.
Scotty laughed. "Do we dare put our heads inside the Seaford city limits again after what we did to Carrots? He"ll be waiting for us with a squad of thugs and that little popgun of his."
"The popgun maybe, but no thugs," Rick corrected. "What will you bet he never even tells his father what happened to him?"
"No bet there," Jerry said, grinning. "I"ll bet the same thing." He put the car in gear. "We may as well head back to Whiteside. First, though, we"ll have to collect Captain Killian"s baggage."
The captain spoke his agreement. "I"ll take your offer, son." He shook his head. "You know, I"m real surprised at Brad Marbek. I knew he wasn"t above turning a dishonest dollar, but I thought he had more sense than to go into smuggling. No matter how foolproof you think your setup is, if you start smuggling you"re bound to get caught.
Sooner or later."
"In this case," Rick added hopefully, "we"ll try to make it sooner."
CHAPTER XV
Plimsoll Marks
Duke Barrows, editor of the Whiteside _Morning Record_, sipped slowly at his cup of coffee, nodding encouragement at Rick every once in a while. The editor, after a few words with Jerry, had taken Captain Killian to his own house for safekeeping. The captain could stay there, Duke said, until it was time for him to make a public appearance.
But the price Duke asked was to be told the complete story. At first Rick hesitated. With no proof of anything except for Captain Killian"s testimony, which actually convicted no one, he was a little doubtful about making accusations. But when it came to keeping a tight lip, the editor was probably more experienced than any of them. Besides, Rick hoped that he might have a suggestion, so, finally, they put Cap"n Mike on the Seaford bus and the three boys and Duke retired to a secluded booth in the rear of a restaurant to talk it over.
Barrows traced circles on the plastic table top for long moments after Rick had finished. "You"ve been pretty thorough," he said finally.
"What do you plan to try now?"
Rick shook his head. "I wish I knew. We could try to get to Creek House earlier next time the _Albatross_ puts in there, but we know now they guard the place."
"How about spotting the _Albatross_ from the air while she actually loads at sea?" Duke asked.
"Rick mentioned that," Scotty replied. "But how? We can"t fly at night in the Cub because we don"t have landing lights. And even if we did, we could only go out in moonlight because we don"t have any night flying instruments."
Jerry looked at the editor. "Duke, you know the Coast Guard commanding officer in this area. How about getting him to send out one of his planes?"
"We could," Duke said slowly, "but I"d rather not. This is Rick and Scotty"s case." He grinned. "Besides, I"m selfish. If the Coast Guard gets it, every news agency and paper in the country gets it from official sources. I"d rather have an exclusive we can copyright, then every paper in the country will have to quote us."
"It would put Whiteside on the map," Rick grinned in response.
"Seriously, Duke, I"m afraid that"s not very practical. Besides, how would we know when the _Albatross_ was going to make contact with a supply ship? We know when he"s going to Creek House, because Cap"n Mike can see him. But Brad has already made contact when that happens."
"Let"s take one thing at a time." The editor drew pencil and paper from his pocket. "What would you need to fly at night?"
Rick ticked them off on his fingers. "Wing landing lights, navigation lights, c.o.c.kpit instrument light. And if we were supposed to fly in anything but clear weather, we"d need a bank and turn indicator and an artificial horizon. But even then I"d be doubtful. I"ve never had instrument training. I wouldn"t dare take the Cub out unless it was a clear, moonlit night, so I"d have a good horizon."
Scotty approved. "That makes sense. And if we stuck to clear moonlight, the only things we"d need would be landing lights and navigation lights."
Duke made notes. "All right. I don"t think you need to worry much about having moonlight, because the weather is pretty consistent at this time of year. Barring a ground haze or a local thunderstorm, you"ll have clear weather, and the moon will be full by the early part of next week. Now suppose we get Gus to install landing lights and navigation lights on a rental basis? The paper would pay for that in exchange for an exclusive story."
"All we"d need would be good weather," Rick said. He had never flown the Cub at night. In fact, he had flown only once at night, and then it was in a much better plane and with an experienced instructor. But with good moonlight and a clear sky, it shouldn"t be much different from day flying.
Duke continued. "Now the next point. How can we know when the _Albatross_ is going to make contact?"
"I think we can find out if Cap"n Mike will help," Scotty answered.
"We know it takes time to transfer the smuggled goods, whatever they are. That means Brad Marbek has to leave port earlier in the morning than usual, unless he wants to call attention to what he"s doing. As I see it, he probably leaves pretty early, makes contact with his supply ship and gets his load, then he hurries to the fishing grounds and gets his nets over the side and is fishing when daylight comes and the others see him. If Cap"n Mike kept watch, he would let us know when Brad left real early."
"That"s good figuring," Rick complimented his pal. "The _Albatross_ would have to leave between half past two and three in the morning.
Otherwise, he wouldn"t have time to load before daybreak."
"It wouldn"t take long," Scotty pointed out. "They have to do their unloading by hand at Creek House, but the ship would have cargo booms.
Two cargo nets swung to his deck would do it. It wouldn"t take any time at all."
Jerry consulted his watch. "We could go to Seaford tonight and make arrangements."
Rick shook his head. "It"s Sat.u.r.day. The fleet doesn"t go out on Sunday. Monday will be soon enough."
"I have another idea," Duke Barrows said. "Suppose we take the State Police into our confidence?"
"But we haven"t any evidence to give them," Jerry objected.
"No need. Captain Ed Douglas is a good friend of mine. I can put it to him as a friend, and not officially."
Rick rather liked the idea of having the State Police on their side.
He had a great deal of respect for the young officers, and he knew that they operated with military efficiency, plus FBI criminology training. What"s more, Captain Douglas was a good friend of Hartson Brant"s, and Rick knew he would treat their story with confidence.
"I"m for it," he said finally. "Besides, if the State Police sort of co-operated unofficially, they could have their highway patrols watch out for the truck that is getting the stuff from Creek House. The patrol car wouldn"t even have to go into Seaford. They could just keep an eye on Salt Creek Bridge, because that must be the loading point.
Cap"n Mike hasn"t seen any trucks on Million Dollar Row."
"Fine." Duke Barrows rose. "It"s still early. We"ll get busy right away. First stop Whiteside Airport to talk with Gus about putting lights on your plane. Then we"ll drop in on Captain Douglas."
Rick felt better. The pattern was clear now, even though there were a lot of "ifs." If Cap"n Mike notified them, he and Scotty could fly over the _Albatross_. If they saw it make contact with some offsh.o.r.e ship and load contraband, they could return to Spindrift and notify Captain Douglas. Then the State Police could be on hand at Creek House to catch the Kelsos and Marbek in the act of unloading. And that would settle the smugglers" hash once and for all! The prospect of flying at night made him a little nervous, but he was sure it would be all right. The only thing was, although he could take off from Spindrift at night he couldn"t land there, because the tiny strip gave no room for errors in judgment. He would have to land at Whiteside.
"This is on the _Morning Record_," Duke said as he paid the check.
"And while we"re working on this, I think I"ll try to dig into Kelso"s record a little, too. Never know what might turn up."
Sunday was quiet at Spindrift. Rick and Scotty swam in the light surf below Pirate"s Field, sun-bathed for a while, and then walked back to the house. Hartson Brant was loafing for the day, too, and Rick had an opportunity to talk with him for the first time in several days.
Hartson Brant listened to Rick"s story and plans, and agreed that any night flying must be done in absolutely clear, bright weather. Rick knew the fact that Captain Douglas was co-operating had swung his father"s decision, and he knew that although his mother would be inclined to object, she would accept his father"s judgment.
It gave Rick a comfortable feeling to know that the State Police captain was interested. Captain Douglas had agreed to go along with their plans during a long conference the night before. And Gus had promised to get the necessary lights for the Cub from Newark early Monday morning, and to have them installed by Monday evening.
Rick and Scotty helped with the installation on Monday afternoon. The hardest part was feeding the wires through the wings and fuselage. The wires had to be pa.s.sed from one inspection port to the next, which required a great deal of fishing. But by five in the afternoon, the job was done. The Cub now carried a pair of landing lights, like auto headlights, one under each wing, and red and green navigation lights on the wings. There was a tiny white light on the tail, too, which would blink in unison with the colored wing lights.
As they landed at Spindrift, Rick grinned at Scotty. "Your head set firmly on your neck? It might get jarred off first time I try a night landing."
"I should have stayed in the Marine Corps and lived a quiet, safe life," Scotty grumbled. "When do we try these things out?"