The captain opened the door and peered out. "Be with you in a minute." In much less than a minute he was out again, clad in a jacket and officer's cap. "Howdy," he greeted them. "See much from your airplane?" "How did you know it was our airplane?" Rick asked curiously. "Pshaw! You don't give people credit for knowing much, do you? I'll bet everyone in Seaford knows about your airplane. Everyone who reads the Whiteside _Morning Record_, anyway." "But all Cubs look alike," Rick protested, "and most of them are painted yellow." Cap'n Mike snorted. "What of it? No other yellow planes in this area, and you been seen on the ground in Seaford twice already. What would anyone think? Especially when you're on a direct bearing for Spindrift when you leave?" "He's got something there," Scotty said. "It's a logical conclusion." Rick had to agree. "Well, you're the guide, Cap'n. Where to?" "The pier." Cap'n Mike looked at the fast-fading light in the west. "It's time for the trawlers to be coming in. Reckon we'll talk to a couple of folks and get a look at the _Albatross_ and her crew." Rick turned the car around and headed for town. "Why don't you tell us all you know about the _Albatross_ visiting Creek House?" "I intended to. First off, the _Albatross_ has been there three times that I know of. And each time she has put in on her way back from the fishing grounds. Now, that's mighty strange. First thing a captain thinks of is getting his fish into port. But not Brad Marbek. Instead, he lays at the Creek House pier until nigh onto midnight. Then he puts into the wharf and unloads his fish. What do you make out of that?" Rick could make nothing out of it. The _Albatross_ certainly wouldn't be calling at Creek House just to be sociable. "Were these calls made at regular intervals?" he asked. "Nope. One was two weeks ago, one was four nights ago, and the last time was night before last." "Wasn't four nights ago the night you saw Tom Tyler at Creek House?" Scotty recalled. "It was. That's one reason why I'm sure the _Albatross_ is tied up with the wreck of the _Sea Belle_." Rick searched for possible reasons why the trawler should tie up at Creek House and rejected all but one. He had the beginnings of an idea, but he needed to think about it a little more before he broached it. "Cap'n, you've been keeping an eye on the Kelsos for quite a while, sounds like," Rick said. "Do they ever have any visitors?" "Haven't seen any." "No trucks?" Rick asked. "Haven't seen any." They were approaching the big, shedlike fish pier. It was brilliantly lighted. At Cap'n Mike's direction, Rick pulled off the street and parked. "What happens to the menhaden after they're unloaded?" Scotty wanted to know.