Rick grinned. "It"s Sunday. Lost track of time?"
Scotty had. But suddenly he snapped his fingers. "Hey! Duke and Jerry are coming over for dinner."
His message to Cap"n Mike en route through a mutual friend, Rick motioned to Scotty. "Let"s go."
They took both of the island boats, planning to leave one for Duke and Jerry to use later in the day. Then, after tying up the boats at the main pier and getting the car, they called first on Captain Douglas of the State Police.
The officer knew the boys well, and knew in addition of their connection with JANIG. He promised readily to a.s.sist.
"Probably my own officers won"t be too much help," he said, "but they can ask the local police to keep their eyes open up and down the coast. We won"t say anything about the federal government being interested. To everyone but me, this will be a routine State Police matter."
Rick hesitated for a moment, but he was sure of Captain Douglas"
discretion. "We"re interested in the new barber, too," he added.
"Steve Ames is already checking him, but you might keep your eyes open."
"I"ll do that," Captain Douglas a.s.sured him. "And how about the Boy Scout leaders camped behind Spindrift?"
Rick was about to say casually that he didn"t suspect any Boy Scout leaders, then he caught the twinkle in the captain"s eye.
"He"s hep," Scotty said.
Captain Douglas nodded. "One of my officers paid them a call. He"s a sharp one, and he made some kind of excuse for getting into their tent. He came back and reported they were apparently on a hunting expedition of some kind--with riot guns. I took a car full of armed troopers and we dropped in. One of the Scout leaders turned out to be a man who was in the same FBI cla.s.s that I attended. He showed me his identification card, so I gave him my phone number in case he needed help. And that was that."
Scotty said thoughtfully, "I guess the hardest thing in the world is keeping a secret."
"That"s the second hardest," Douglas corrected. "The hardest usually is finding out how the secret became public in the first place."
The boys went from the State Police barracks to the Whiteside _Morning Record_ and found Jerry on the job. "The press never sleeps," he greeted them. "What brings you two to town on a peaceful Sunday?"
"We brought you a boat," Rick explained. "In exchange for a favor."
Jerry eyed them suspiciously. "What kind of a favor?"
It took only a moment to explain. "Sure," Jerry agreed. "Duke won"t object to keeping you posted. We"ll keep an eye open for you. And we"ll collect for the favor with an extra helping of pie tonight."
"It"s a deal," Rick agreed.
As it turned out, Jerry"s bargain of an extra helping of pie was conservative. He had three for dessert that night.
Rick noticed that both Jerry and Duke eyed Dr. Morrison curiously, and he knew they were trying to recall if they had ever seen a picture that would help place him in their minds. Not that they would use the information. It was just that newspapermen developed a high order of frustration in the face of a mystery.
But Jan noticed something else. She came over to where Rick was pouring fresh coffee for his friends. "Rick, those friends of yours are nice. Have you noticed how much Mr. Barrows looks like Dad?"
Rick looked. The two were deep in conversation, and it was the first time he had seen them together. They looked very much alike, particularly in the gathering darkness. They were about the same height, give or take a fraction of an inch, and both had the same shock of unruly hair. They probably weighed within five pounds of each other. Actually, however, the resemblance was superficial. They might have been cousins, but not brothers.
"They do look alike," Rick agreed.
Later, he saw Jan deep in conversation with Jerry and wandered by, to eavesdrop a little. He knew that Jerry was entirely trustworthy, but his friend was also a nosy reporter who would try to pump the girl.
Rick intended to step in and break it up if that were the case.
"The Virgin Islands sound wonderful," Jerry was saying. "How long did Rick and the others stay with your family?"
"They never actually stayed with us," Jan replied. "Of course we invited them to, but they were so anxious to get to Clipper Cay, they only stayed one night in town. We met them that night, at Dr. Ernst"s.
He"s a mutual friend. I was excited about the treasure, and I begged Dad to take Mother and me to Clipper Cay, so I could dive with the boys. He was going to take us, too, only everyone was back in Charlotte Amalie with the treasure before we had a chance."
Rick grinned and went on his way. Jan was talking with great a.s.surance. He didn"t have to worry about Jerry breaking down the cover story.
It was late when the party broke up. Rick and Scotty took their guests to Whiteside Pier, where Duke had left his car. As they roared up to the pier Rick had to swerve to avoid a pram, a blunt-ended rowboat, that had been tied carelessly in the place where he usually tied up.
He wondered who owned it. Prams were not usual along the coast.
Jerry and Duke climbed out after thanking the boys again for a fine dinner. The two walked off into the darkness toward the parking lot.
Rick started to back out and head for home, then paused. He was curious about the pram.
"Hand me the boat hook," he told Scotty.
His pal obliged. "What"s up?"
"I"m curious. Who around here has a pram?"
"No one I know. That looks like a new one, too."
Rick pulled the little rowboat closer with the boat hook and turned the speedboat"s searchlight on it, hoping to find a name.
Suddenly both boys froze.
"Was that a yell?" Rick asked.
Scotty was already on his way up the pier. "Yes, from the parking lot.
Come on!"
Rick hurriedly threw a rope around a piling and secured it with a couple of fast half-hitches, then he hurried after Scotty.
It was pitch dark in the parking lot, but they could hear sounds of a scuffle plainly now, and once there was a m.u.f.fled grunt.
It suddenly occurred to Rick that he hadn"t heard Duke"s car start. He sprinted, calling to Scotty to look for a weapon. Once, some time ago, they had fought a battle with rocks against guns in this very spot. He scooped up a couple of rocks, hoping no guns were waiting this time.
"Hold "em!" Scotty yelled. "We"re coming!"
There was a yell in reply. Jerry Webster called, "Watch it! They"re running away!"
Car headlights switched on, and in their glare Rick saw Jerry pointing. For a moment he considered following his friends"
a.s.sailants, then abandoned the idea. They could escape easily in the woods.
"What happened?" Scotty demanded.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_I"m curious. Who around here has a pram?_"]
Duke Barrows got out of the car, nursing his head.