“It’s a planetarium.”
“A what?”
“A planetarium. You may come here any day and see the stars, the moon, the sun and all the rest do their stuff. The old man who runs it must have been practicing up a bit.”
Curlie was nonplussed. He was obliged to admit that the place had had him guessing.
“Anyway,” he said, “it was a refuge. Question is, what are we to do next?”
“We might let the police in on this.”
“I don’t want to. Guess the thing is safe enough till morning. Either it is an important discovery, or it isn’t. Either they buried it, or they didn’t. If they did they’re not going to dig it up the same night.”
This was the way they left it. The girl was to pick Curlie up at seven o’clock. Curlie was to arm himself, and they were to return to the island to make a more thorough investigation.
“I’ll bring a garden spade,” the girl said in parting.
“And I a gun,” Curlie chuckled. “Spades and guns. Regular pirates.”