But the angle was wrong for that. The name was not within the camera's view, on either stern or bow.
The film was running out rapidly now. Rick watched the cargo net swing over, full of wooden cases, and drop on the deck of the freighter. For a moment it didn't register, then he yelled. "Hey! Ohmigolly! Did you see that?" He threw the reverse switch and the film ran backward. The net lifted from the deck of the freighter and swung toward the Albatross. Then he ran it forward again and watched the load settle to the freighter's deck.
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!"