The Caves of Fear.
by John Blaine.
CHAPTER I
Changes at Spindrift
The sounds of hammer and saw had disturbed Spindrift Island for several days, and Rick Brant was having a hard time getting used to it. The noise didn"t bother him. It was the idea behind the noise--the idea that the close fellowship of the famous island was about to be intruded upon by strangers.
He sat in a comfortable chair on the front porch of the big Brant house and stared morosely at the Atlantic. He was a tall, athletic boy with brown hair and eyes and a face that was usually pleasant.
"What"s it going to be like with a mob of strangers galloping all over the place?" he demanded.
Don Scott grinned lazily from the depths of his armchair. He was a husky youth, perhaps an inch taller than Rick, with black hair and dark eyes.
"Since when do five people make a mob?" he inquired. "Besides, I think adding more scientists to the staff is a good thing. So does Dad."
"I know it," Rick returned gloomily. "The others do, too. I"m a downtrodden minority. No one sympathizes with me."
Scotty shook his head sadly. "Poor old Rick. Seriously, I don"t get it.
You should be cheering the loudest. Think of what it means, pal! More fields of science to explore, including one I never heard of before.
Maybe more expeditions, of different kinds than the ones we"ve been on up to now."
"That"s what I"m thinking about," Rick returned.
"Then why the gloom?"
"Because..." Rick stopped as the phone rang in the house.
Scotty got to his feet quickly. "I"ll get it. Mom and Dad are down watching the builders."
Rick smiled as Scotty went into the house. It pleased him to have Scotty call Mr. and Mrs. Brant "Mom and Dad." It was a symbol of Scotty"s permanence in the family. No one had ever questioned Scotty"s membership in the Spindrift tribe since the day when the sc.r.a.ppy ex-Marine had rescued Rick from a gang of thugs bent on destroying the Island Foundation"s moon rocket, and it was pleasant to think of Scotty as a permanent brother. The two of them had been through some tight places together and they were closer friends than brothers usually are. Like Rick, Scotty was listed on the membership rolls of the Spindrift Foundation as a junior technician.
Hartson W. Brant was listed as president, but it was Rick"s pride that he and Scotty had earned places because of their own worth, and not because of their relationship with the scientist. However, their abilities were not the same. Because of Rick"s interest in science, particularly electronics, he had become expert in intricate wiring and he was rapidly learning about the design of equipment. Scotty"s talent was in the mechanical field. He could repair machinery and he was a whiz with engines.
Thinking about work in the lab reminded Rick that he had an unfinished project of his own on his workbench upstairs. He was half out of his chair, determined to go upstairs and put the rest of the afternoon to good use, when Scotty called.
"Rick! Hurry up."
He ran into the library and found Scotty holding the phone. "Here"s a funny one, Rick. The Whiteside telegraph office has a cable for you, but they won"t read it over the phone because it"s all numbers. And it"s from Chahda."
Chahda, the Hindu boy who had been like a member of the family since he joined a Spindrift expedition in Bombay, was back home in India. He had left the boys in New Caledonia after a recent adventure in order to visit his family.
"I"d better talk to them," Rick said. "Who"s on the wire?"
"Bill Martin."
Rick took the phone. "Bill? This is Rick. What"s up?"
"Got a cable addressed to you," Bill answered. "I"d rather not try to read it over the phone because it"s all numbers. Can you or Scotty pick it up?"
"Where"s it from?" Rick asked.
"Singapore. And it"s signed by your Indian friend."
Singapore! What on earth was Chahda doing in Singapore? Rick couldn"t guess. "Bill, what kind of numbers are they?"
"Groups. Seven figures in each group. If you ask me, it"s some kind of code."
Rick thought quickly. "Barby"s in Whiteside, Bill. She went over to a movie right after lunch, and she should just about be getting out. You can get her next door at the Sugar Shop, because she always stops in there for a fudge sundae after the show. If she"s already gone, phone the boat landing. You ought to catch her one place or the other."
"I"ll try," Bill promised. "If I don"t catch her, I"ll call you back."
"Thanks a million." Rick restored the phone to its cradle and looked at Scotty. "What do you make of that?"
Scotty shrugged. "It beats me. I didn"t know Chahda was planning to leave Bombay. If it comes to that, I didn"t know he knew anything about codes."
"Neither did I," Rick agreed. "Remember he said something about a job in his last letter? There was something secret about it he couldn"t tell us. Maybe that"s why he"s in Singapore."
"Could be. Anyway, we won"t know for sure until we get the cable and decipher it. If we _can_ decipher it, that is."
"We"ll be able to," Rick said confidently. "He wouldn"t send us one we couldn"t break."
Scotty nodded. "I hope you"re right. Well, let"s go back and get lazy again."
"Not me." Rick started for the stairs. "I"m going to stop loafing and get busy. The lenses for the camera arrived a week ago and I haven"t even looked at them."
"I"ll go with you. I got some questions about these new people maybe you can answer."
Upstairs in Rick"s bedroom, Scotty sat down in the old leather armchair while Rick opened up the doors that concealed his workbench. On the bench was a camera with an odd-looking searchlight and telescope attached. The searchlight gave off invisible infrared rays instead of ordinary light, and the telescope was equipped with special lenses in order to pick up the infrared. When the camera was loaded with special film, it could take pictures in total darkness, provided the subject was within range of the infrared light rays.
The camera had played a major part in solving the mystery of _Smugglers"
Reef_. With the evidence collected from Rick"s pictures, the police had broken up a ring of gunrunners. But Rick still was not satisfied with the camera. He was always striving to find the simplest way of doing a thing.
This time, he was planning to eliminate both the spring-driven dynamo that powered the searchlight, and the infrared telescope. A new-type battery in a small metal case already had been mounted under the camera, far enough to one side so it wouldn"t interfere with the tripod mount.
The battery would give ten hours of service, and it could be replaced in a moment with a spare carried in the pocket.
To take the place of the telescope, Rick had ordered lenses made of the special gla.s.s that could "see" infrared. He intended to put the lenses in ordinary sungla.s.ses frames, restore the regular view finder to the camera, and turn the telescope over to Scotty. By using the eyegla.s.ses with special lenses he could see whatever the infrared searchlight was lighting up without the need of looking through the special telescope.
Using the gla.s.ses and searchlight on the camera together, he could see perfectly in the darkness, and he could take movies, too, if he wanted to.
He went to work removing the telescope.
"I"ve checked," Scotty said. "That "scope will fit the mount on my rifle with no changes."
Scotty already had a telescopic sight on his rifle, and the telescope from the infrared unit could be put in its place with a simple turn of a screw. The infrared "scope and light originally had been designed for a rifle to be used by soldiers at night. Rick had simply adapted the unit to his own needs.
"We can get in some night skunk hunting," Scotty said. "You put the infrared on "em and take their pictures and I"ll sight in through the special "scope and shoot "em."