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"Follows a pair of ruts, hoping to find civilization at the other end." Rick grinned. "He certainly likes this part of Virginia. There's one thing about peddling Frostola here " "What's that?" "No customers to bother you. It's easy to commune with Nature." "Aye-aye. Does he look like a nature lover to you?" "Now that you mention it, I've seen people who fitted the part better.
"He's pleasant enough," Rick assented. "Has he been on the job long?" "Six weeks, more or less." The boys settled for cokes, then drove back to the Millers. Rick was pleased. They hadn't made much progress, but at least they had uncovered an interesting character in the new Frostola man. His arrival, according to the druggist, coincided with the appearances of the Blue Ghost.
"We open this port in front of the machine and we'll be only inches above the pool," Rick said. "Look at the location of the pipe. So, to produce the ghost, the Frostola man slid open the port, dropped a piece of dry ice...." "All properly sized to give the right amount of mist for the right time," Scotty added. "... and turned on the machine.
"Get down here and look," he commanded. He had seen at once what had happened during their absence and his quick mind had caused him to react. There were men outside, several of them, and they were watching a small power scoop move into position in front of the lower mine entrance. Among them were Dr. Miller and Belsely. Away from the group, sitting on his tricycle scooter, was the Frostola man!
All right. Who's the man? I give you Frostola, the product that produces ghosts. "Seriously, we have to make some assumptions about our chase of the ghost. If it was a man, it was a tall one with some kind of lighted thing on his head. That wouldn't be hard to rig. Plastic comes in all shapes and sizes and colors, these days, including human heads that are used in store windows.
I did some sneakin' myself, to where I could see what he was doin'. He was looking at footprints, like he was an injun trackin' the hero on a Western TV show." "Those must have been his tracks we saw on the way in," Scotty interjected. "Big feet, which he has, and a reason for wanting to know how far into the mine we'd gone the first time add up to Mr. Frostola." "I suppose.
Scotty grinned. "Okay, detective. Set us down. It's suppertime." Rick swung into his landing pattern. "Anyway, we've made progress," he commented with satisfaction. "We started with just a ghost. Now look what we've got!" The Ghost Reappears Belsely, the tenant farmer, had no difficulty in establishing a connection between Jethro Collins, real-estate agent, and the Frostola man.
The agent listened to their plans and laughed outright. "I like it," he said. "We must do this, if only for the effect on the Frostola man when he sees what has happened. It's turning the tables on that joker, and he deserves it." Rick sensed more than met the ear in that statement. "You know something about him?" he asked. "Quite a bit.
Second, we believe the Frostola man was interested in the cement bag Scotty carried. It is a fact that when we returned from town the cement bag that we put in the trash can, and the cement bags we left where we found them, had been removed. Because of the Frostola man's apparent interest, we are of the opinion he took the bags." Jan Miller giggled. "You sound like a lawyer."
If the Frostola man was connected with the ghostly appearances, it was only necessary to keep track of that tall individual. This was Rick's plan, necessarily postponed because of the storm. "Wish we had a radio," he said. "I'd like to get a weather report." Scotty grinned sympathetically. He knew that Rick was impatient when there was detecting to be done.
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