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  This last was uttered as Rick turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. He flicked on the light,then gave a sudden gasp.

  The shadow and a stranger-in their room!

  The boys looked into the muzzles of .38-caliber pistols.

  “Come on in quietly,” the stranger said. “Put your hands on the tops of your heads and sit down on the bed over there.”

  The boys did so. They had no alternative. Rick’s mind raced. Somehow they had to warn the scientists, and they had to get out from under the muzzles of the guns! What could these men want of them?

  The stranger sat down on the other bed. His pistol muzzle was centered precisely on Rick’s belt buckle. “We want information. Give it to us without any trouble and we’ll go away. Give us a hard time and you’ll regret it.”

  Rick studied the stranger. He was of medium height, dressed in tan slacks and sport shirt with a darker jacket. His face was ordinary. He might have been a store clerk, or streetcar conductor, or nearly anything. But Rick saw from the way his jacket fitted that he was powerfully built for his size, and his hands were lean and strong-looking. He had a heavy tan, as though he had spent many months in the sun.

  “What do you want to know?” Scotty asked.

  “Let’s start with what you were saying when you walked in. Who is Barby?”

  “My sister,” Rick said. “She’s at home, inNew Jersey .”

  The stranger sighed. “I was afraid of this. Give us straight answers or you’ll buy plenty of grief. Now, who is Barby? Who does he represent?”

  “He told you,” Scotty answered. “She’s his sister.”

  The stranger tried a different tack. “How did you know where to swim today? DidAmes tell you?”

  “No,” Rick replied. “We just swam straight out from the pier looking for coral heads.”

  “Come on! You must have had some source of information. Who gave it to you?”

  “We didn’t have any source of information,” Scotty protested. “We just went for a swim!”

  The stranger lifted the pistol menacingly. “You’d better sing, and it better be straight.

  I’m warning you!”

  “Warn all you like,” Rick said angrily. “What do you want us to say?”

  The shadow walked over and pulled back his fist.

  “Lay off!” the stranger growled. “You’ve pulled enough stupid stunts for one day.

  You’ll be lucky if the boss doesn’t rip the hide off you.”

  The former tail subsided and glared at the boys.

  The stranger rose.“All right. If you won’t talk here, we’ll take you where you will talk.

  Get up.”

  The boys looked at each other. Scotty raised his eyebrows. Rick grinned. He asked calmly, “Suppose we don’t go?”

  “You’ll go!” the stranger snapped.

  “I don’t think we will,” Scotty answered. “Look, mister. You’re in a hotel. It’s early, and there are people in the lobby. How far do you think you’d get if you tried to march us downstairs with a gun in your hand?”

  “We’re not going through the lobby,” the stranger told them. “We’re going the way we came-through the window. And you’ll go quietly or we’ll take our chances. They might catch us, but you wouldn’t care with a couple of slugs in you. Pete, go outside and wait.

  They’ll come down one at a time. Keep them covered, and don’t hesitate to shoot if they try anything.”

  The shadow slipped through the window, hung by his hands, and dropped.

  The stranger’s gun singled out Rick. “Get going.”

  Rick shrugged. There was nothing else to do but obey-at least for the moment. He

  looked at Scotty, and his pal made a small gesture to the right. Rick’s forehead wrinkled.

  This was no signal he recognized, unless Scotty meant to jump to the right.

  He swung a leg over the sill and looked down. The shadow was waiting, and the light from the window glinted dully off the gun in his hand. Rick went on out, then holding by his hands he gave a swing to the right and dropped. The gun covered him as he rose to his feet again.

  “Against the wall!” the shadow hissed.

  Rick dutifully moved back against the wall. The shadow was standing about six feet away.

  Overhead, Scotty was climbing through the window now. Rick watched carefully as his pal lowered himself to full length, and swung to the left.

  Instantly Rick divined Scotty’s tactics. If the two boys were apart, the gun couldn’t cover both of them at the same moment, and there would be an instant while the stranger jumped when only a single gun would be on them. And the shadow had already shown that he wasn’t the smartest man in the world. Rick slipped to the right a step or two while the shadow was distracted by Scotty’s jump. Scotty fell to his knees, and in getting up he managed to put a few more feet between himself and Rick.

  “Watch ‘em!” The stranger’s voice floated down. Rick glanced up and saw the stranger with one leg over the sill. He tensed.

  Scotty said, “Listen, you mug . . .”

  The shadow’s head turned toward Scotty, and Rick left the ground in a wild spring. He struck the shadow, hand clawing for the gun. He found a wrist, and twisted, falling backward as he did so. The shadow, the entire weight of his own body on his wrist from the throw, screamed!

  The gun landed on the ground. Rick let go and scrambled for it, but Scotty was there before him.

  In the instant of the struggle the stranger had hesitated on the window sill, hand grabbing for the pistol he had tucked in his belt. He pulled it free and aimed at the struggling figures below, but in the gloom there was no way to distinguish friend from foe. And in that heartbeat, Scotty picked up the shadow’s gun and fired one snap shot.

  The stranger’s gun dropped to the ground and he fell backward into the room.

  Scotty thrust the pistol into the shadow’s stomach. “Face the wall,” he ordered. “Put your hands against it. Now support your weight on your hands.”

  The shadow did as ordered. Rick took the man’s legs and pulled them backward so that the shadow’s whole weight was against his hands, his outstretched body forming the hypotenuse of a right triangle. The only way he could move to regain his balance was to lowerhimself to the ground and then get up.

  Rick picked up the stranger’s fallen pistol and hefted it. “Better see about the one upstairs,” he advised. “I’ll watch this one.”

  “I fired at his hand, but I was high,” Scotty told him. “He got it in the shoulder. He won’t get far.”

  Zircon and Briotti charged around the corner of the hotel in pajamas and slippers, followed by other guests and members of the hotel staff.

  “We had a little trouble,” Rick explained briefly.

  The scientists took in the situation at a glance.

  “As I said,” Tony Briotti muttered.“Adventure-prone. And lucky! How do you beat a combination like that?”

  CHAPTER V

  The Warning

  Steve Ames walked into the hotel dining room accompanied by a young Navy

  lieutenant. He spotted the boys immediately and waved.

  Rick breathed a sigh of relief. “There he is.” “We can turn this whole business over to him and then get out of here,” Scotty returned.

  The events of the night before had culminated in two phone calls, one by the hotel manager to the police, the other by Rick to Steve Ames. However, the duty officer at the UDT base had replied thatAmes was not available. Rick had then asked for intelligence, and his query had gotten fast results. Steve Ames didn’t show up, but Navy Shore Patrol officers did. The SP’s had conferred with the local police, and the affair had ended with

  the shadow and the stranger, whom Scotty had potted in the shoulder, being carried off by both groups. First, however, the senior Shore Patrol officer had listened to their story,then instructed the boys, “Wait for Steve Ames. Talk to no one else. The police won’t ask any questions.”

  After
conferring, the Spindrift group decided to go ahead with their plans. The scientists were anxious to transfer their activities to Clipper Cay, not only to get on with their vacation, but to get the boys away from the mysterious danger that dogged their footsteps inCharlotte Amalie .

  The scientists had departed at dawn in the Water Witch, after extracting a promise from Rick and Scotty that they would not stir from the hotel until Steve Ames contacted them, and that they would then fly at once to Clipper Cay.

  The wait had been a long one. It was now nearlynoon, and the boys, hungry because their breakfast had been at daybreak, were ordering lunch.

  Steve Ames sat down and motioned the lieutenant to a seat. “Jimmy, this is Rick Brant and Don Scott.Boys, Lieutenant Kelly. Have you ordered lunch?”

  “We were just looking over the menu,” Rick replied.

  “Fine.We’ll join you.”

  The four consulted menus, then ordered. Steve turned to Kelly. “Jimmy, being the athletic type, you’ve probably never heard of the Spindrift Scientific Foundation.”

  The lieutenant, a heavily tanned young man with crisp black hair, shook his head.

  “Sorry. I never have.”

  “Well, it’s a reputable, highly competent and conservative group of some of the best scientific brains in the country. But somehow, these two got attached to it. They’re not very conservative, although they’re competent-especially at getting into trouble.”

  Kelly gave the boys a comradely grin. “If he talks that way, he must like you.”

  The boys grinned back. The lieutenant was likable.

  “All right.Last I saw of youtwo, Rick was lying across the legs of the guy who had been tailing me. The next thing I heard, two men we’ve been keeping an eye on were in the hoosegow, one with a slug in his shoulder. And I also heard some wild tales of jumping out of windows. Now fill in the details.”

  Rick started from the moment they first noticed that a shadow had picked them up. He told the story in careful and accurate detail, knowing that Steve’s trained mind might find significance in things that meant nothing to him. Now and then Scotty elaborated on a point.

  When Rick concluded the recital, Steve cupped his chin in one hand and stared at them thoughtfully.

  Kelly complimented them.“Sounds as if you took care of things like real professionals, both in the water and in the hotel. And I must say,I wish my people would learn to give reports like that.”

  The boys thanked him, and Scotty added, “I don’t suppose you can tell us anything about what you do?”

  “Sure I can. I’m not one of Steve’s hush-hush crew. I’m a simple Navy lieutenant.”

  Rick chuckled. “In other words, you can’t tell us.”

  Steve said, “He’s executive officer of the UDT group here. And he’s group intelligence officer. I might also add that he’s brighter than he looks.”

  “Then what do you make of this business?” Scotty inquired.

  “I’m not that bright,” Kelly replied. “Seriously, this one has me stumped. First of all, it’s easy to understand why a shadow picked you up. After all, it must have been obvious that you knocked Steve’s tail off. So they simply picked you up instead, hoping that you’d lead them back to Steve, or that you might be important in some way they couldn’t understand.”

  “It’s nice to have someone do my thinking for me,” Steve said. “Carry on, Lieutenant.”

  “Aye, aye, Sir.The tail stuck with you. When your party split in two, he decided to stay with you instead of Zircon and Briotti. There could be two reasons: First, you were the ones who contacted Steve on the street. Second, you stayed at the waterfront while the others went off in a taxi. I like the second reason better because of what happened later.How about you, Steve?”

  “I’m with you. Go ahead.”

  “Well, at this point I get lost. You put on your gear and swam out, not with any

  particular destination in mind, but looking for a rock or a coral head or something of the kind where you could see fish. The shadow watched you. Suddenly he got excited, grabbed a boat, and tried to run you down.”

  Steve grinned at the boys. “In fact, he got so excited that he stole a boat right out from under the owner’s nose. What do you think of that?”

  Rick scratched his head. “We’d about decided he was either desperate or stupid. I guess he was both.”

  Kelly continued. “The big pointis, what made him desperate? It could only have been one thing, as I see it. You were getting close to something, and he was afraid you’d find it. So he lost his head. That’s borne out by the remark his pal made lastnight, that he’d pulled enough stupid stunts for one day.”

  “But what could we have been getting close to?”

  “I don’t know. Whatever it was, it isn’t there now.”

  Scotty and Rick sat up straight. Scotty demanded, “How do you know?”

  Steve smiled.“Because a team of Navy frogmen went over the entire area inch by inch this morning.”

  At the boys’ surprised looks, Kelly explained, “You told the Shore Patrol enough to get us interested. We put teams in the water at daylight. There’s nothing there.”

  “But there could have been,” Scotty pointed out. “If they suspected we knew about it, they could have removed it yesterday afternoon or last night.”

  “Correct,” Steve agreed. “They were worried, too.Otherwise why the call on you last night?And the questions?” Steve paused while the waiter served them. “The conclusion is this: Something they value was in the water near where you swam. You met me yesterday morning, and they had already identified me.Which means that they must have agents in Washington who warned them JANIG was moving in on the case. Since it’s no secret that I’m with the outfit, they could peg me easily. When you swam out toward this object, whatever it was, they were convinced that somehow JANIG had learned about it.

  The tail got desperate and tried to knock you off. Then, last night, they tried to find out what you knew, and how.”

  “Who are ‘they’?” Rick asked.

  “If I knew that, I’d wrap the case up and go home. Jimmy has been working on it for a week, but he hasn’t any answers yet. I’ve been here twenty-four hours, and I know even less.”

  “Could you identify the two men?” Scotty queried.

  “Yes.Both small fry, both local. And both are obviously green at this kind of business, otherwise you’d be a pair of real cold turkeys by now.”

  That was true, Rick knew. Experienced agents wouldn’t have given him and Scotty the chances that they’d seized.

  “The men must know what was under the water,” Scotty said.

  “Not necessarily. They just knew it was important, and they may have been ordered to protect it. But your former shadow was on the griddle all night, and told all he knew. It wasn’t much. He didn’t even know who had hired him. He wasn’t stalling, either.”

  “What’s the next step?” Rick wanted to know.

  “Jimmy and I will drive you to the plane. Then you take off for Clipper Cay. And stay there until your vacation is over. Have you a short-wave radio, by the way?”

  “Yes. Why?” Rick had an all-wave battery portable.

  “Monitor the Navy command frequency. Here, I’ll write it down for you. Listen every night at six for five minutes. If I want you, I’ll send a message. I don’t think I will, but it won’t do any harm to set up a schedule.”

  Steve lowered his voice. “Now listen to me. This thing is big. The two you ran up against yesterday were not good samples. We’re dealing with some tough professionals.

  I don’t know who they are, but from what I’ve seen I can tell you they’re dangerous. So you two are to stay out of this case. That is an order. Stay on Clipper Cay and have fun.”

  “I can add a small note to that,” Lieutenant Kelly said. “I’m new here. I was ordered down fromNorfolk only a week ago. A first-class intelligence officer had my job. He turned up in a hospital in the British Virgins after being missin
g for two days. He had a fractured skull. He still doesn’t know what happened to him, and neither do we.”

  “Okay,” Steve said flatly. “I appreciate the way you handled things yesterday, but that’s the end so far as you are concerned. Get out, and stayoutlAnd that’s final!”

  CHAPTER VI

  The Deadly Tank

  The Sky Wagon droned smoothly through a series of figure eights as Rick and Scotty inspected every inch of Clipper Cay and its surrounding waters. While Rick flew, Scotty marked off landmarks on the chart of the island that Dr. Ernst had provided.

  “I wish we could spot the wreck of the Maiden Hand” Scotty remarked.

  “Too deep,” Rick said. “We can’t see bottom at twenty fathoms even in water as clear as this.”

  “I’ve got everything important marked. What say we land and look over our property?”

  “Okay. I’ll shoot the beach while you look for coral heads. We don’t want to snag a pontoon.”

  The boys had already identified their house. It was set at the edge of the palms, about fifty yards inland from the beach. It looked fine. There was a small dock to which the Water Witch could be tied up when the scientists arrived.

  Rick estimated that Tony and Zircon would arrive about sundown, two hours hence. The boys had flown over the Water Witch en route fromSt. Thomas . Apparently the scientists were enjoying the trip. Zircon had been sprawled in the cockpit while Tony trolled for fish.

  “I’m a little surprised there wasn’t something wrong with the plane,” Rick observed. He and Scotty had gone over the Sky Wagon from propeller hub to rudder, fearful that the unknown enemy might have sabotaged the plane. But there was no sign of any

  tampering. However, the inspection had taken so long that it was late afternoon before they got away. It was significant and perhaps a little ominous that Steve and Jimmy Kelly had assigned a pair of husky Shore Patrol men with .45-calibersidearms to stay with them until the plane actually took off.