“Aw, Teena,” Eddie said, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Yet he had to clasp his own hands tightly together to keep them from shaking. “All right, everybody,” Mr. Evans said, looking at his watch, “within an hour everything will be set up. I’m not free to reveal our plan. However, since you are all involved in this thing, I have no objection to your witnessing the outcome. If an outcome there is. Remember, we’re going primarily on guesses. So, if you want to drive quietly out to the lighthouse, I’ve arranged—” “Lighthouse!” Eddie exclaimed. “We know Captain Daniels. He’s a good friend of ours.” “I know,” Mr. Evans said. “I talked to him on the phone. He’s a Coast Guard man, you know. And the Coast Guard is mighty important to tonight’s activity. You might find what goes on out there, and in the bay, extremely interesting to watch.” “Can Teena and I go?” Eddie asked anxiously. “Of course,” Mr. Evans said. “Without you two, we wouldn’t have a thing to be working on, would we?” Eddie flushed with pride. “Of course,” the FBI man went on, “you will have to ask your parents.” Eddie looked pleadingly at his father. Neither Mr. Taylor nor Mr. Ross voiced any objection. “All right,” Mr. Evans said, rising, “there’s no time to waste. I’ll see you folks a little later.” He left the office. The others sat for a moment as though trying to catch their breaths over the rapid developments of the past hours. Mr. Jamison excused himself to report back to Drake Ridge. “Tom,” Eddie’s father said finally, “we’d better call our wives and tell them we and the children will be home late.” “Unfinished business,” Teena’s father said thoughtfully. “That’s right. Unfinished business.” CHAPTER TWELVE Teena and Eddie, with their fathers, had hamburgers and milk at a roadside stand. As soon as it was dark, they drove toward the lighthouse. They parked the car off the paved four-lane highway which ran several hundred yards back from the rocky point upon which the lighthouse stood. The twisting, twin-rutted road leading to the lighthouse was much more suitable to a jeep than to a modern low-slung car. They had no more than climbed out of the car, when a uniformed man stepped out of the darkness in front of them. Eddie gasped when he saw the rifle cradled in the stranger’s arms, poised ready for instant action. “Halt and identify yourselves!” a voice challenged. “I’m Steve Taylor from Oceanview College,” Eddie’s father spoke up quickly. “With me is Mr. Tom Ross. Also our two children.” “All right, sir,” the voice said, more pleasantly now. “Been expecting you. Go ahead, sir.” “Wowee,” Eddie whispered as they went down the dark road. “I wonder if there are guards all around here.” “Probably,” Mr. Ross said. “They certainly set things up fast, didn’t they?”