Smugglers' Reef: A Rick Brant Science-Adventure StoryGoodwin, Harold L. (Harold Leland)
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Smugglers' Reef: A Rick Brant Science-Adventure Story
Goodwin, Harold L. (Harold Leland)
Detective and mystery stories; Smugglers -- Juvenile fiction
"I think we can find out if Cap'n Mike will help," Scotty answered.
"We know it takes time to transfer the smuggled goods, whatever they
are. That means Brad Marbek has to leave port earlier in the morning
than usual, unless he wants to call attention to what he's doing. As I
see it, he probably leaves pretty early, makes contact with his
supply ship and gets his load, then he hurries to the fishing grounds
and gets his nets over the side and is fishing when daylight comes and
the others see him. If Cap'n Mike kept watch, he would let us know
when Brad left real early."
"That's good figuring," Rick complimented his pal. "The _Albatross_
would have to leave between half past two and three in the morning.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have time to load before daybreak."
"It wouldn't take long," Scotty pointed out. "They have to do their
unloading by hand at Creek House, but the ship would have cargo booms.
Two cargo nets swung to his deck would do it. It wouldn't take any
time at all."
Jerry consulted his watch. "We could go to Seaford tonight and make
arrangements."
Rick shook his head. "It's Saturday. The fleet doesn't go out on
Sunday. Monday will be soon enough."
"I have another idea," Duke Barrows said. "Suppose we take the State
Police into our confidence?"
"But we haven't any evidence to give them," Jerry objected.
"No need. Captain Ed Douglas is a good friend of mine. I can put it to
him as a friend, and not officially."
Rick rather liked the idea of having the State Police on their side.
He had a great deal of respect for the young officers, and he knew
that they operated with military efficiency, plus FBI criminology
training. What's more, Captain Douglas was a good friend of Hartson
Brant's, and Rick knew he would treat their story with confidence.
"I'm for it," he said finally. "Besides, if the State Police sort of
co-operated unofficially, they could have their highway patrols watch
out for the truck that is getting the stuff from Creek House. The
patrol car wouldn't even have to go into Seaford. They could just keep
an eye on Salt Creek Bridge, because that must be the loading point.
Cap'n Mike hasn't seen any trucks on Million Dollar Row."
"Fine." Duke Barrows rose. "It's still early. We'll get busy right
away. First stop Whiteside Airport to talk with Gus about putting
lights on your plane. Then we'll drop in on Captain Douglas."
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