Mrs. Brant sighed. "In the stone crock. And there's milk in the refrigerator. But only one doughnut!"
"Only one," Scotty agreed. "How about you, Rick?"
"I'm not hungry. I think I'll go up and work on the camera for a while." He would have over an hour to work on it before it was time to eat. He started for the stairs, then paused as the telephone rang.
Hartson Brant, who was working in the library, answered it and called, "Rick? It's for you."
"I'll take it upstairs, Dad." He hurried to the top of the stairs and picked up the hall phone.
"Hello?"
"Rick Brant?"
Rick stiffened. It was a man's voice, but obviously disguised as though the man spoke through a handkerchief held over the mouthpiece.
"Yes. Who is it?"
"A friend," the disguised voice answered. "You're a nice kid and I don't like to see you getting into trouble. Keep out of Seaford. Remember that! Keep out of Seaford and stop flying over in your airplane or you're going to get hurt. You won't be warned again. Next time, you'll wake up in a hospital!"