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Updated: July 13, 2025
"Scotty, he held four of them at bay. I never knew you could fight like that, Rick Brant!" Rick grinned. "I didn't do so much. You took one of them out of play by stamping on him. And Jan gave me an opening with as fine a kick as I've seen off a football field." The two JANIG agents had produced handcuffs, and the men and women were manacled together in a continuous chain.
"I'd like to have heard that." Rick watched the tip of the cove. The speedboat from Spindrift should be coming shortly. "How about the plane?" he asked suddenly. "What did you do with it?" Scotty motioned to the other side of the houseboat. "It's anchored. I landed next to the JANIG team and got into the rowboat with them."
"How about a swim?" Scotty suggested. Rick was about to point out that they might have work to do when Joe Blake, the JANIG agent in charge at the laboratory, hailed him. Rick ran to meet the agent. "The boys on the mainland didn't turn up a thing," Blake reported. "They searched from a half mile south of the pier to a half mile north. No pram anywhere." Rick snapped his fingers.
JANIG would run a check on the barber, even though Rick's evidence was no evidence at all. Rick wasn't satisfied. He felt he had to talk it over with Steve Ames, and called the agent, who was in JANIG's New York office, as soon as he got home. There was a small switch box next to the telephone in the library. It had only two positions, one marked "normal" and the other not marked at all.
You're setting him a bad example." Then the scientist smiled and held out his hand. "This is an unexpected pleasure, Steve. Why didn't you let us know you were coming? And why the disguise?" Steve Ames, a chief agent of JANIG, the Joint Army-Navy Intelligence Group with which Spindrift had so often worked, straightened up and grinned. He winked at the astonished young people. "Hi, gang."
"With the FBI. They put agents on the case and found out Lefty had been in touch with the Soviet Embassy in Washington, through a third secretary whose function it is to gather various kinds of scientific intelligence. We're not absolutely certain, but it looks very much as though Lefty plans to sell his data tapes to the Soviets." "So that's why JANIG has moved into the case," Scotty concluded.
The boys, and the Spindrift scientists, had worked on several cases for JANIG, starting with the adventure of The Whispering Box Mystery. Steve was responsible for Rick's ownership of the houseboat, which had been named for Rick's home island on the grounds that it was now his "home away from home." Rick's first glimpse of the houseboat had been from the air.
I'm pretty sure of my facts, but I'll know definitely before noon. Right now, you'd better finish your coffee and get into bed. You'll need sleep if things start to pop. That rockoon idea of yours about cinches things." Rick blurted, "If it's a case for JANIG, there must be security involved somewhere. Is Wallops Island involved somehow?" "Go to bed," Steve said sternly.
Straining, he swam for it, letting out his breath as the pressure on his lungs demanded. There was another boat hull in the water, almost over him! He angled away, to avoid coming up under it. And suddenly there were forms around the boat. A cry tore from his lips and was swallowed in the water. More frogmen! More enemies, when they were already defeated! JANIG Takes to the Water
As they hurried to the plane, Scotty said, "What bothers me is, why didn't the JANIG team have someone at the landing?" "They did," Rick replied. "I asked the same question. Their roving patrol had been by there a short time earlier, but saw nothing suspicious. After all, they can't post men everywhere.
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