"Oh, skin diving, mostly."
"Gosh, that"s wonderful!" Rick exclaimed. "Scuba or snorkel?"
There was the barest of hesitations before Steve replied. "Snorkel.
There"s nothing that"s more fun than snorkeling around the reefs. That"s the only way to swim in waters like these. You can get right down among the fish."
Rick saw Scotty"s mouth open to point out Steve"s error, but he stepped on his friend"s foot and said quickly, "We"re here for the swimming, too. Maybe we can join forces."
He knew the answer would be no. Steve wasn"t vacationing; he was on a case. A vacationing skin diver would know that a snorkel is nothing but a tube that allows a swimmer to float face down on the surface of the water while looking for something to dive after. Once the dive starts, the snorkel has no purpose, since its short length only allows it to project a few inches above the surface while a diver is floating face down. On the other hand, the Scuba--Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus, like the boys" aqualungs, really does allow the diver to get down among the fish.
"Thanks for the invitation," Steve said. He smiled. "I don"t usually try a cover story unless I have it down cold. Just for my future guidance, where did I slip? Your faces were quite a study."
Rick told him. Steve nodded. "Thanks. I just got here on the morning plane, and I haven"t been briefed yet. By tonight I"ll be an expert on skin diving."
The statement only whetted further Rick"s over-sharp curiosity. If Steve was to be briefed on skin diving, it sounded like a case that would interest him and Scotty.
Steve continued to smile. "I don"t want to linger too long. Want to give me a hand?"
Rick refrained from shouting and merely nodded his head. Scotty, with only slightly less restraint, said, "You know we do."
"Fine. Don"t look. In the doorway of the tailor shop is a dark-complexioned man in a gray sharkskin suit. He"s a tail. He picked me up at the airport. I don"t know the town well enough to lose him easily in broad daylight. Never been here before today. Take him out for me?"
Rick and Scotty nodded. Neither looked toward the doorway. "How will we get in touch with you?" Rick asked.
Steve hesitated. "There"s no one I"d rather see more of, and no one I"d rather have on my side. But this case is not for you. Just do me this favor, then forget you saw me."
"You never know when you"ll need help," Rick pointed out. "We won"t horn in, but it won"t do any harm to know how we can reach other. Tonight we"ll be at a hotel called Alexander"s Rest. Tomorrow we take off for an island called Clipper Cay."
"All right. If you really need to reach me, call the duty officer at the UDT base and leave a message. I"ll get it."
Rick turned slightly. In a plate-gla.s.s window across the street he could see a reflection of the tailor shop Steve had mentioned, and he could make out the form of a man in the shadowed doorway. He estimated that the shop was about fifty feet away.
Scotty was also measuring the situation. He said, "Walk away from us so the tail will have to come by."
Steve nodded. He shook hands, gave them each a grin, and was gone.
Rick said loudly, "Give me your shoulder to lean on. I"ve got a rock in my shoe."
Scotty obliged, and Rick half turned as he did so. He saw the man in the gray sharkskin suit saunter out of the doorway and start toward them.
Rick balanced on one leg, one hand on Scotty"s shoulder, the other hand fumbling with the shoelace on his lifted foot.
The tail walked toward them, unfolding a paper as he did so. He was apparently devoting his full attention to the paper; his actions said he didn"t even know the boys existed.
"You ought to get tighter shoes," Scotty observed. "Then you wouldn"t get stones in them."
"Save the advice," Rick grunted. "I"ve got a knot in the lace."
The man came abreast of them, between Rick and the building, and in that moment, clawing wildly for balance, Rick lost his hold on Scotty"s shoulder. He fell squarely against the man in the gray suit and crushed him into the building.
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Pretending to lose his balance, Rick fell squarely against the man_]
"Hey!" the man yelled. "What"s the idea?"
Scotty rushed to the rescue, took the fallen shadow by the shoulders, and tried to pull him to his feet. This only made matters worse, since Rick was stretched across his legs.
"I"m so sorry," Scotty said. "Gosh, I"m sorry. He slipped. Here. Let me help you up."
"Get off me," the man yelled.
Rick tried, lost his balance again, and fell against the man"s chest, pinning him to the sidewalk.
Scotty groaned. "Rick! You clumsy ox. Get off the man!"
"I"m trying to," Rick said plaintively. "My shoe came off. Here. Help me up."
"Help yourself!" Scotty returned sharply. "I"m trying to help this gentleman."
Rick rolled clear and Scotty got the man to his feet. He was something less than spotlessly clean, thanks to the dust of the road, and there was a rip in the arm of his coat.
"Look at that!" Scotty exclaimed. He made ineffectual efforts to dust the man off. "Rick, you ripped his coat."
Rick looked embarra.s.sed. "I"m terribly sorry. Here, sir. Let me take you to this tailor shop. We can have it repaired in a jiffy."
"Forget it!" the man snapped. "And get out of my way. I"m in a hurry."
"It was all my fault, and I refuse to take no for an answer," Rick said firmly. He took the man by the arm. "Come on. It will only take a moment. You can"t walk around town like that. I insist on having your suit repaired. I"m sure that the tailor can mend it so no one would ever notice."
"No," the man grated. "Please stand aside." Both boys had managed to block the sidewalk.
"Please," Rick pleaded. "This is terribly upsetting. We really should have the damage to your suit repaired."
The man"s dark complexion was turning a grayish pink with rage. Rick estimated quickly. If he knew Steve Ames, the JANIG agent was long gone, and the tail would not catch up with him again. They had delayed the shadow for perhaps two minutes, but for Steve that would be enough.
Rick stepped aside. "Very well. If you insist--"
"I do." The man brushed by and hurried off.
The boys looked at each other and grinned.
"He won"t catch Steve," Rick said.
"Not a chance. Well, my clumsy friend, shall we put your shoe back on and go meet the others for lunch?"
"We shall," Rick returned. "Indeed we shall." He slipped his shoe on and tied it quickly. "Wasn"t it interesting, where Steve said we could reach him?"
Steve had said at the UDT base. That meant simply at the home of the Navy frogmen--the Underwater Demolition Teams. No wonder Steve had said he would be an expert on skin diving by nightfall. He was going to be with the most expert experts of all.