“N-K speaking at G-P.” Her words seemed to tremble. “Black Knob reports submarine, half mile off shore. Send planes.”
At that instant Bess thrust her head in at the door to report:
“One single off Black Knob coming this way, moderate speed.”
At that same instant Millie, who was standing watch on the top of the Sea Tower, took a frosty telephone from its hiding place and called down to Betty:
“One single. About six miles off shore, looks like coming from Black Knob, coming west, moderate speed.”
At once Betty got in touch with the men below. In ten seconds she had her answer. “No plane due to be at that point. Wait for second report.”
The second report came, not from Norma at Granite Point spotter shed, but from a fisherman’s wife at the village which Norma had visited a few hours before.
On receiving the report, Sergeant Tom sprang up the stairs to stand at Millie’s side and add his keen listening ears to hers.
“Circling as if for a landing,” was his first comment. “Mighty strange, a small plane way out there at this hour of the night. It’s not any American plane I’ve ever heard. I’m going out there. Tell Betty to notify the Rock Point airfield. Tell her to give the details.”