CHAPTER VIII
Long Shadow
"Wheels within wheels and all of them turning merrily," Zircon said. "I am absolutely appalled at how little we know of what is going on."
The three of them, refreshed by showers, were in the hotel dining room having a late snack.
"Anyway, we have friends working for us," Scotty pointed out. "I think our British pal did just as he said. He found out that the Golden Mouse was not the sort of place for a couple of American tourists and decided to go there in case we needed help."
Rick agreed. "And thank heaven he did. But I have a couple of questions, besides the biggest one of all."
"The biggest one being: Where is Chahda?" Scotty added.
"Right. Also, I want to know why that motorboat appearing on the scene and flashing a searchlight made the junk gang jump us."
"I'm only speculating," Zircon replied, "but mightn't that have been a police boat on regular patrol? The junk gang would know it, I presume, and they might decide to get us tied up and under cover, just in case the police came too close."