Scotty yelled, too. "What a pair of chuckleheads! Rick, no wonder we didn't find anything on the _Albatross_ and neither did Captain Douglas! They're smuggling stuff _out!_ Not in!" The Plimsoll mark! The _Albatross_ had been heavily loaded because Brad Marbek had _taken on the load at Creek House he would deliver later to the freighter_. That was why no ships had been listed in the New York paper as being in the right area at the right time. They had looked for arrival times, not sailing times. That was why the cache of cases was no longer in the marsh behind Creek House. These pictures were of those cases being loaded on the freighter! The picture ran through and white light flashed on the screen. Scotty snapped the lights on. "We've got to get these pictures to Captain Douglas," Rick exclaimed. "I'll hurry and rephotograph them right away. It will only take a moment." He hastily rewound the film while Scotty ran ahead to the photo lab. Hartson Brant said, "Ed will be glad to get those, Rick. But don't get your hopes too high. The pictures don't show any contraband in those cases, and that's what you'll need." "I know, Dad," Rick replied. "But at least we know now why we've always been wrong. We were backwards!" He hurriedly excused himself, then he and Jerry hurried after Scotty. Scotty already had loaded the rephotographing camera with film and screwed a photo flood bulb into a convenient receptacle. It took Rick only ten minutes to select the frames he wanted to rephotograph and finish the operation. Then he gave the rephotographing camera to Scotty who wound the film all the way through and took it out. "Let's develop it," he said, and reached for the shelf to take down a small developing tank. "Wait!" An idea struck Rick. "How do we know Brad isn't going to load again tonight? Remember the Kelsos have only a few more days at Creek House." Jerry snapped his fingers. "That's right! And I'll bet they're gloating over hoodwinking the State Police, too. They wouldn't be afraid to ship _out_ another load, particularly since they know they're suspected of smuggling stuff _in_ and it might be their last chance." "We can't risk it," Rick said decisively. "We'll take this film to Whiteside and have the photographer at the paper develop it. How about that, Jerry?" The reporter nodded agreement and he continued, "While it's being developed, we can go through the New York papers again and find out if a ship of Caribbean registry is sailing. About midnight would be right for a sailing time." Scotty reached for the light. "We'd better hurry." He snapped it out and led the way through the door. He and Jerry went directly to the boat landing while Rick ran upstairs and picked up his infrared camera, just in case. If the police raided Creek House tonight, he intended to be on hand.