Appear and Disappear
“Thinking of taking a swim?” Specks called out. “Some dive you’d have to
make first, eh?”
Biff turned around. He could see the fat, satisfied grin on Specks’
face. Biff recrossed the room and stood over the comfortably sprawling
Specks. He wasn’t too big a man. “Bet I could take him,” Biff thought.
Biff’s determined expression seemed to alarm Specks. He sat upright in
his chair, but at the same time cringed against the back of it. Some of
Specks’ boldness had left the room with boss Dietz.
Only one thing held Biff back and kept him from mixing with Specks. What
would he accomplish by overpowering his guard? Where would he go? He had
to wait until Uncle Charlie appeared. And supposing he was successful in
taking Specks? Dietz might come back before Uncle Charlie showed up.
As these thoughts raced through Biff’s mind, a knock came on the door.
It was barely audible. Biff looked at Specks and started for the door.
Specks leaped out of his chair and jumped for Biff. He tried to push
Biff aside, and they tangled.
[Illustration: _“Think you can handle him?” a voice behind them said_]
Their struggle was brief, halted by a voice from behind them.
“Think you can handle him?”
Biff and Specks swung around. On the balcony, a nonchalant smile on his
handsome face, stood Uncle Charlie.
Specks, his head pivoting from Biff to Charlie, a frightened look in his
eyes, reached for the doorknob. He wanted out, and fast.
“Grab him!” Uncle Charlie ordered and came charging across the room.
Not once so far had Uncle Charlie called Biff by name. Biff took his
lead from this. Uncle Charlie still didn’t want Specks to know that Biff
wasn’t Derek.
Biff wrapped his arms around Specks, restraining him. Uncle Charlie, at
their side, grabbed Specks by the shoulders and wrenched him away from
Biff’s grasp.
“Now, how do you want to play this?” Charles Keene asked. His voice was
firm, grim, even though his eyes held a sparkle of amusement.
Specks didn’t reply. He tried to pull away from Uncle Charlie’s grasp.
He didn’t have a chance.
“There are several ways of handling you,” Biff’s uncle went on. “You see
this?” He removed one hand and doubled it into a ham-sized fist. “It’s
pretty large for a sleeping tablet. But well placed, like right here”—he
flicked Specks’ jaw with the fist—“and I’m sure you will take a long,
long nap.”
Specks cowered.
“Or, we could tie you up. But if you’ll be a good little Specks, and not
try anything, we’ll leave you alone. Now get over to that chair and sit
down.” Charlie’s voice was angry now, and he shoved Specks violently
toward the chair.
Specks toppled over the chair’s arm, shrank back in it, and tried to
make himself even smaller than he was.
Biff and his uncle moved over to a corner of the room most distant from
Specks and talked to one another in low tones.
“Good to see you, Biff. Sorry I had to welcome you this way. But things
are beginning to move. I didn’t expect to plunge you into this up to
your neck so fast, but I think things are working out better than I had
hoped.”
In a low voice, Biff replied, “Uncle Charlie, just before you came in
from the balcony, there was a knock on the door. There was another man
here, too, not so long ago. A man named Dietz. That knock could have
been him.”
“I don’t think so, Biff. I’m sure it wasn’t.”
“Then who could it have been?” Biff asked.
“Why don’t you go to the room next door and find out,” Uncle Charlie
suggested, grinning broadly. “Go ahead. Specks won’t give me any
trouble.”
Biff shrugged his shoulders, opened the door, and stepped out into the
hallway. He shook his head. That was Uncle Charlie for you. Daring,
reckless, always making a mysterious game out of any situation. Keeping
up the suspense as long as possible.
Although he didn’t always approve of his uncle’s methods, Biff had to
admit that with Uncle Charlie, there was never a dull moment.
Moments later, Biff returned.
“Well?” The big grin was still on Uncle Charlie’s face. It disappeared
instantly on Biff’s report.
“There is no one in the room next door,” Biff said in a quiet, steady
voice.
“Stay here!” Charles Keene leaped for the door. Biff, standing in the
doorway, saw him dash into the adjoining room. He was back out in a
flash. No longer did he wear a grin. His expression was as serious as
Biff had ever seen it.
Charles Keene walked back to Biff, his brows knitted in worry and anger.
“I guess I outsmarted myself,” he said.
“Who was I supposed to find in the next room?” Biff whispered. “Derek?”
“Yes. It was he who knocked just before I came in. It was this way. We
couldn’t be sure how many people might have been in this room. We knew
you were. We followed you to the hotel—”
“But how did you know what room I’d be in?”
“Oh, that was easy. I’m well known here at the Del Mar. The clerk told
me Dietz’s room number. I took the room next to it.”
“You know Dietz, then?” Biff cut in, glancing sidewise to make sure
Specks could not overhear them.
“Do I? He’s a bad one. Getting more and more desperate, too. There’s a
pot of gold that he’s afraid we’re going to get to first.”
“Pot of gold?”
“Well, not literally; not actually gold. But it’s worth many pots of
gold—big ones.”
“Go on, Uncle Charlie,” Biff whispered. “How did you get over to this
balcony?”
“There’s a ledge, not a very wide one, that joins the balconies....”
Biff remembered the ledge now. It wasn’t more than ten inches wide. His
uncle had taken a dangerous chance in crossing on that narrow ledge from
his room to this one.
“The boy, by knocking on the door, was to cause enough distraction to
give me time to cross the ledge to this room. I was counting on the
element of surprise if I found you being held by more than two men.
Remember, surprise can add the strength of another man to any attack.”
“I sure will remember.”
“Well, when I got to your balcony and saw just you and Specks, I knew
things were going to be easy.”
“But it didn’t work out quite that way,” Biff said.
“No. I never thought Derek would be in danger.”
“And now he’s disappeared.”
Uncle Charlie nodded his head. He strode back into the room and stood,
hands on hips, glowering down at the cowering Specks.
“Where is he?” Charlie demanded. “Where’s Dietz?”
Specks didn’t answer.
“Speak up, or I’ll make you talk.”
“I don’t know,” Specks replied. His high voice cracked as he answered.
There was no doubt but that Specks was almost numb with fear.
Charles Keene reached down and grabbed the man by the shoulder. He shook
him like an angry lion shaking its kill.
“Please, Mr. Keene,” Specks begged. “I don’t know. That’s the truth.”
Biff tugged at Uncle Charlie’s arm, and he released his hold on the man.
“What is it?” Charlie asked, looking into Biff’s face. Biff indicated
with a nod of his head for his uncle to follow him. He then went to the
doorway and stood in the hallway. His uncle came along.
“Uncle Charlie, that man’s too frightened of you to talk, even if he
does know where Dietz has gone.”
Charles Keene nodded his head. “Guess you’re right, Biff. Got any
ideas?”
“Yes. And I’ve got some questions, too.”
“Fire away.”
“What do _you_ think has happened to Derek?”
Uncle Charlie puzzled this question a few moments before replying.
“Two things could have happened. Dietz could have returned just as Derek
knocked on the door, or when he was returning to our room.”
“You mean he forced Derek to go with him?”
“Yes. That could have happened.”
“But wouldn’t Derek have called out? Yelled for help?” Biff protested.
“Not necessarily. You see, Biff, Derek doesn’t know me any better than
he knows Dietz. You two switching identities at the airport was a good
joke. But then the joke turned into a serious matter.”
“Right!”
“I didn’t have enough time to fill Derek in on what was actually going
on,” Uncle Charlie continued. “He can’t really be sure whether I’m
working for him or against him. The same thing holds for Dietz. Dietz is
a fast and smooth talker.”
“I learned that, myself,” Biff said.
“And Derek may have thought that you, by suggesting the switch in
identities, might have been in on a plot for me to get my hands on him.”
“I see. It could look that way. Look, Uncle Charlie, if you would tell
me what this whole thing is all about, I might be more help.”
Uncle Charlie apparently didn’t hear Biff’s last remark. He was deep in
his own thinking.
“Or, this could have happened,” he continued. From his tone of voice,
Biff could tell that his uncle was more voicing his thoughts than
speaking directly to him.
“Derek might have felt that I was holding him. And after knocking on
this door, he could well have gone right on down to the lobby intending
to leave the hotel. Dietz might have seen him there.”
“And told him you were a crook and that he would take Derek to his
father.”
Uncle Charlie nodded his head in agreement.
“Look, Uncle Charlie, just where is Derek’s father?”
“Brom Zook? I don’t know, Biff.”
“Dietz doesn’t know either, does he?”
“I’m not sure.”
It was just as Biff had reasoned. Neither his uncle nor Dietz knew where
Derek’s father, Brom Zook, was, and each thought the other might know.
“You were both hoping that the other would lead you to Brom Zook?”
“That’s about how it shapes up, Biff.”
“How long has Derek’s father been missing?”
“I haven’t seen him for over three months. The only communication I’ve
had from him was a letter and a package. They came two weeks after I
last saw him.”
There were still many questions Biff wanted to ask his uncle. But right
now, Biff figured they could wait. The important thing was to find
Derek—and Derek’s father.
“Uncle Charlie, if you think Dietz knows where Brom Zook is, then Specks
would know, too, wouldn’t he?”
“Yes, I should think so.”
“Then wouldn’t it be best to release Specks? Tell him he’s free? Then we
can follow Specks. If Dietz has talked Derek into going with him, or
forced him to do so, then Specks will lead us to Dietz, Derek, and maybe
even to his father.”
Charles Keene thought about this for a moment.
“You’ve got something there, Biff. You’re using your head better than I
am. We’ll do it. You go on down to the lobby. Find a spot where you
can’t be seen by anyone leaving the elevator. I’ll turn Specks loose and
come down the stairs the moment he gets in the elevator. All right?”
Biff nodded his head.
“Good luck, Biff,” his uncle called out as Biff headed for the elevator.