Greatly excited, she reached out in the darkness to grasp Connie’s hand.
Vevi’s sharp eyes had detected movement on the beach. A dark object had emerged from the sea.
Connie began to giggle, smothering the sound with her hand.
“You think that’s a turtle?” she teased. “Why, it’s only a man swimming in the ocean.”
By this time Vevi too was able to see that the dark object was a bather. The man had come from the direction of the pier and now was moving across the sand toward the row of cars.
“It’s Raymond Curry,” Connie recognized him. “Why does he swim so late at night?”
“And on our beach instead of his own,” whispered Vevi. “He’s acting awfully queer. Let’s watch and see where he goes.”
CHAPTER 17
MRS. ALLISON’S CRUISER
FROM the bedroom window, the children saw Raymond Curry walk directly across the sand toward the roadway. His black bathing trunks were dripping wet, but he did not seem to mind the chill air.