“Looks as though Gus still doesn’t have the new name up on his diner sign,”
Bud remarked.
The boys could see the partly dismantled figure of the elephant atop the mast. Tom noticed that even though the floodlights were not on, the sign platform was slowly revolving.
“Silly to waste juice like that,” he thought.
A moment later Bud heard him gasp. Tom veered the helijet in a sudden bank that sent them circling far out over the water. Then he cut speed and extended the rotors for hovering.
“Hey! What’s wrong?” Bud exclaimed.
“Just a hunch, fly-boy, but I’m going to check it REVOLVING EARS 49
out.” Tom called Enterprises on the radio. “Ask Ames to send a tech crew over to Fernwood in a hurry,” he told the operator. “Also tell him to call Gus Miller and get permission to dismantle the diner sign. It’s for urgent security reasons involving our rocket base.”
Bud waited until the Whirling Duck landed on the grassy cliff. Then he asked with a puzzled grin, “Mind telling me what this is all about?”
Tom related how the injured workman had been identified as Klaus Sturko.
“A couple of techs looked the sign over and found nothing out of line,” he went on. “But seeing the platform, revolve just now gave me a hunch.”
“I still don’t get it,” Bud said.
“Get a load of those floodlight reflectors on the platform. Don’t they seem a bit large?”
Bud peered upward in the moonlit darkness. “Well, now that you-Roarin’
rockets!” Bud’s mouth dropped open as he caught on.
Ames and the crew of technicians soon arrived in a helijet. The men cut power to the sign, then scaled the mast and began disassembling the floodlights.
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