“What a funny time to swim,” Connie whispered. “It must be long after midnight.”
“Everyone has gone from the beach too,” added Vevi.
The lifeguard had paused at the roadside where three or four cars had been parked for the night. Vevi and Connie saw him glance up and down the beach as if to see if anyone were watching.
Then, one by one, he began trying the car door handles to see if they were unlocked.
“I guess he’s just checking the automobiles,” Connie said, losing interest. She stiffled a yawn. “I’m going back to bed.”
“Wait!” Vevi commanded. “Why would Mr. Curry check automobiles at this time of night?”
“It does seem queer, Vevi.”
“On Mr. Fulsom’s beach too. I think he’s trying to break in.”
“Mr. Curry?” Connie exclaimed in disbelief.
“Then maybe he’s trying to find his son,” Vevi speculated. “He may think Jamie is sleeping in one of the parked cars.”