“Good. You ought to be back in a couple of hours. I’ll find Crunch, and he can help me,” Charlie said.
“What about Crunch, Uncle Charlie? Is he going back with us?”
“No, Biff. He’s going to stay here until I send back word about his brother. I talked to Moti. I feel sure we can straighten things out in Curaçao.”
“Tell Crunch and Moti they can count on that,” Brom Zook said.
The run down the coast was a pleasant one. Biff steered the cruiser over the spot where they had located the pearls.
“Does this look like the place, sir?” Biff asked.
Brom Zook took a sight on an island to the cruiser’s portside.
“This is it, all right. And there should be thousands of dollars’ worth of pearls beneath us.”
As Biff, Derek, and his father were approaching the harbor in Baie du Trésor, they saw Dietz and Specks in their boat, heading in the direction of the pearl fishery.
“Won’t do them any good now,” Brom Zook said. “The injunction he obtained has been cancelled.”