ing on this, I think I'll try to dig into Kelso's
record a little, too. Never know what might turn up."

* * * * *

Sunday was quiet at Spindrift. Rick and Scotty swam in the light surf
below Pirate's Field, sun-bathed for a while, and then walked back to
the house. Hartson Brant was loafing for the day, too, and Rick had an
opportunity to talk with him for the first time in several days.

Hartson Brant listened to Rick's story and plans, and agreed that any
night flying must be done in absolutely clear, bright weather. Rick
knew the fact that Captain Douglas was co-operating had swung his
father's decision, and he knew that although his mother would be
inclined to object, she would accept his father's judgment.

It gave Rick a comfortable feeling to know that the State Police
captain was interested. Captain Douglas had agreed to go along with
their plans during a long conference the night before. And Gus had
promised to get the necessary lights for the Cub from Newark early
Monday morning, and to have them installed by Monday evening.

* * * * *

Rick and Scotty helped with the installation on Monday afternoon. The
hardest part was feeding the wires through the wings and fuselage. The
wires had to be passed from one inspection port to the next, which
required a great deal of fishing. But by five in the afternoon, the
job was done. The Cub now carried a pair of landing lights, like auto
headlights, one under each wing, and red and green navigation lights
on the wings. There was a tiny white light on the tail, too, which
would blink in unison with the colored wing lights.

As they landed at Spindrift, Rick grinned at Scotty. "Your head set
firmly on your neck? It might get jarred off first time I try a night
landing."

"I should have stayed in the Marine Corps and lived a quiet, safe
life," Scotty grumbled. "When do we try these things out?"

"Want to go down and shine the lights on Creek House?" Rick joked.

"Nope. Wouldn't be safe. Didn't that phone call warn you not to fly
over Seaford?"

The phrase hit home. Rick yelled, "That's it! Scotty, I knew there was
something funny. It was in the back of my head and I couldn't dig it
out. But that's it! Listen, why would the Kelsos object to our flying
over Seaford during the day? All their dirty work goes on under cover
of darkness. They must have some reason for warning us!"

"Gosh, yes!" Scotty sta