“Still—suppose I have to sign something? That would be forgery. I couldn’t do that, Uncle Charlie.”
“I know you couldn’t, Biff. And I wouldn’t ask you to. But I’ve looked into this affair as closely as I can. I don’t think you’ll be required to sign anything. The signing for the actual working permit to the claim will take place in Martinique.”
“I sure hope you’re right.”
“I’m rather certain that I am, Biff. Otherwise there wouldn’t have been much point in my having you come down here in such a hurry.”
“And my being here gives you more time to find Brom Zook.”
“Or Derek, now that he is here.”
“I wonder why he didn’t get here sooner,” Biff pondered.
“You can bet that really had me worried. I waited until just over three weeks ago before I cabled for Derek to come here. That would be plenty of time, now that the Atlantic can be crossed in hours instead of days.”
“Didn’t you get a reply to your cable?”
“No. That didn’t worry me too much. I just figured that Derek would know how serious things had become. His father must have given him a clear picture of the situation when he wrote him.”