“Boy! Whoever said you have to wait for girls to get dressed for a date?” But wisecracked, with a glance at his wristwatch.
“He’d probably still be deep in some experiment if I hadn’t reminded him,” Sandy pouted.
“I was pretty deep, at that-practically up to my chin, in fact.” Tom chuckled but did not explain, since he always preferred not to recount his dangerous experiences for fear of alarming Sandy and his mother.
A WEIRD MONSTER 101
After saying good-by to Mr. and Mrs. Swift, the three piled into Bud’s red convertible and sped off to pick up Phyl Newton. Ten minutes later they arrived at the Shopton Yacht Club on Lake Carlopa.
The two couples enjoyed a gay dinner on the terrace overlooking the water. They were just about to start dancing when a white-jacketed steward paged Bud by name.
“Phone call in the reception room, sir,” he explained when Bud beckoned him to the table.
Bud excused himself and went to the telephone. A muffled voice answered.
“Is this Mr. Bud Barclay?”
“Speaking.”
“With regard to the-er-strange, large animal you saw in Africa”-the caller spoke in a faintly foreign accent-“I may be able to provide you with some important scientific information on the subject. Are you interested?”
Bud was mystified, but felt his pulse stirring with excitement. “I might be. Why? Who is this?”
“My name does not matter. If you will come to 104 River Road at once, I will give you the information.”
“But wait a minute! I still want to know wh-” Bud broke off as he heard the receiver click at the other end of the line.
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