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Updated: June 6, 2025
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.
Having made the simile of his nerves being as decapitated crawdads, he remembers scoffing at Rick's horrified and demurred expressions to the point where the boy, who also had been cornered by circumstance into a cobbled family structured from two lone adults with their sexual urgencies and agendas, began to immolate Nathaniel's actions.
If Youssef did not take it, your own friend did. You would not leave it in the hotel, so it must be here. Either you give it to me freely, or I will shoot you and take my chances on finding it." Rick hesitated. "Make up your mind!" Moustafa snapped. The pistol steadied on a line with Rick's head. "Give it to him," Scotty said. "He means it." There were shots from outside again.
"Yes," said Charlie, who purposed to furnish his go-cart for the occasion. "It's down in the yard." "I have the first ride, you know." "And I the second," said the governor. "Yes, but the governor must go behind while the president rides." Rick's heart sank within him, but all had promised to obey orders and there was no appeal. "Every feller's I mean knight's uniform ready?" asked the president.
Steve turned to Rick and Scotty. "Before I go to my post, I'll take you two to the creek mouth in the runabout. Then you will swim up the creek, underwater, and take up stations in the weeds directly in front of the house." Rick's pulse stopped. "They'll see our bubbles," he protested. "It would give the whole show away!" Steve motioned to Joe Vitalli. "Show 'em."
Rick's quick imagination could picture the Sudanese in a different setting, with scimitar in hand, guarding the palace of a legendary sultan. It was hard to imagine him in the prosaic role of a guide. Rick resolved to take a picture for Barby's benefit. A blackamoor warrior right out of the tales of Scheherazade! That was how she would see it.
Much of the time Nathaniel's anti-social dog growled when Rick's dog came near him; but, depending on its mood, the two at times could play and wrestle with each other amicably. Gabriele fed them Puppy Chow and watched how they relinquished their freedom to instantly come for their meals.
"I only need one of you." His black eyes bored into Rick's. "One of my men watched you and Moustafa search Hassan's car this morning. The cat was not there. Where is it?" Rick started to shout that he didn't know, when a burst of shooting accompanied by wild yells broke out outside. Youssef spoke quickly in Arabic, then turned to the boys. "Sit down in those chairs. Move, and you die.
Hank Leeming, Rick's security officer roommate, and an older man he identified as Colonel Tom Preston, Chief of Security, pulled up at the door in a jeep and hurried inside. Preston took over. "All right, Jimmy. What's this about the Earthman?" The clerk silently handed him the slip of paper. The Security Chief examined it. "His mark, all right. Where did you find it?"
"Of course Rick's idea about stealing a million from quiz shows was just a joke. But, Rick, you gave me an idea if you'll co-operate." "It depends on the idea," Rick answered warily. "Oh, don't be so cautious. I'm not trying to trap you into taking me on any trips."
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