Rick briefed him quickly on the day's events and Steve replied, "It takes about half an hour for a letter to make the early evening plane. Allow enough time."
"We will," Rick assured him. "Anything new on the sighting data?"
"Not yet. I sent the cards to the computing center, but they won't have time to run the data through until tomorrow or the next day. Make yourselves at home, and don't spend all your time on flying stingarees. Get in some fishing and swimming."
Rick assured him that they were enjoying the vacation and would try to get in some fishing. He hung up and turned to Scotty.
"He'll be in tomorrow on the same plane. He wants us to get in some fishing."
Scotty chuckled. "I thought he knew you better than that. Give you a mystery to chew on and there's no room for anything else in that thick Brantish skull."
"We'll solve this one," Rick said confidently. "Then we'll fish."
Scotty just grinned.