Phyl blushed as she returned the squeeze. "You rate with me," she confided shyly.
The festivities finally ended after a thoroughly enjoyable evening. Both Sandy and Phyl declared to their dates that it more than made up for the forgotten beach party.
"But let's not wait too long for the next date," Sandy warned playfully.
"Okay, that's a deal," Bud promised.
The next morning at the plant Tom called on Harlan Ames. He told of the sinister hoax by the caller who had passed himself off as Lester Morris. The security chief promised to investigate.
"I'll tip off the police about Len Unger," Ames added. "If they can find him, we may be able to crack this case wide open."
Tom telephoned Bud, Hank Sterling, and Arv Hanson to meet him at the helijet hangar. The four took off in one of the Swifts' Whirling Ducks, which was standing by loaded and ready. Soon they landed on Fearing Island, where Tom would try out his antidetection invention.
"What'll we use for a test sub, skipper?" Hank asked as they drove toward the docks.
"A jetmarine," Tom replied.
A truck with engineers and technicians was following the jeep. It carried the equipment which Tom and Bud had assembled the previous day.