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"We steamed up to the island and sent a boat ashore, with Professor Zircon. Dr. Briotti had seen us approach, and he met the boat. He told us you were diving. Zircon had assumed as much since we could see your boat anchored on the reef." "I told them about last night," Tony added. "Yes, and we sent a party of men to the house up the beach to capture these fancy frogmen of yours.
As I recall, one definition is 'something rare or precious. Well, a chance to go skin diving in the Virgin Islands is certainly that a rare and precious opportunity. At least I think so." Hobart Zircon grunted, "And so do I." "Amen," Rick echoed. "You're evading the issue," Scotty accused. "You know perfectly well what I mean. Do you expect to find that golden statue mentioned in the logbook?"
Something that makes a noise." "Do you know that, or do you infer it?" Tony asked. "I didn't hear the noise, if that's what you mean. But what else could it be?" "Too bad," Scotty said. "Now we won't have a new species named after us. Come on, give us the word. How was it?" Rick said, with complete truth, "I was scared to death." "And so was I," Zircon admitted.
"Are you certain?" Zircon pressed close to examine the machine. "Yes. I stumbled over my own feet and tipped the compressor on its side. And oil ran out through the air fitting. Look!" Scotty held up his hand, and it was smeared with glistening oil. A cold shiver traced its way down Rick's spine. Oil in a compressor was blown into fine particles, too small to be seen.
Apparently the frogmen had returned from their first dive and were changing tanks. Zircon stopped swimming and lay motionless in the water. Rick drew abreast of the big scientist, and Tony and Scotty stopped behind them. As they watched, suited figures with belt lights and back tanks climbed down a ladder into the water. A third man, on deck, lowered something to them.
The archaeologist muttered, "Surely they can't be interested in the treasure. It would be simply too much coincidence for them even to know about it." "Maybe they're just looking to see what interested us," Scotty offered, and his explanation seemed the most plausible. The group watched until the frogmen surfaced and the boat went back to its pier. "Scotty has it," Zircon agreed.
Among these black schorl or tourmaline, actinolite, zircon, garnet, and fluor spar are not uncommon; but they are too sparingly dispersed to modify the general aspect of the rock. They show, nevertheless, that the ingredients were not everywhere exactly the same; and a still greater difference may be traced in the ever-varying proportions of the feldspar, quartz, and mica.
Whoever had tossed it into the water would have known that the blood would bring sharks. It wasn't a casual toss, either. Not when the chicken had been weighted with a fishing sinker big enough to carry it to the bottom. Tony and Zircon would never do such a thing. Besides, they had no chickens. Rick and Scotty backed far enough away so that the sharks could no longer be seen.
When he and Scotty returned to the cottage, Tony greeted them with cups of hot chocolate and they sat on the porch and enjoyed them. "Let's sum up what we know," Zircon invited. "If anyone agrees that we know anything worth summing." "I think we do," Rick said, "and I think we ought to get it to Steve Ames.
While Zircon was piling their overnight bags into the taxi, a farmer rode past on a bicycle. He didn't look at them. "There he goes," Scotty said. "Pretty easy after all. Guess the town is small enough so he wasn't worried about finding us." "We'll give him a choice to make when Tony and I leave." Zircon smiled. "Let's see whether he stays with you, or follows us."
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