Uncle Charlie Spins a Yarn
“Make yourself comfortable, Biff,” Uncle Charlie invited, when they were
back in his room at the Del Mar. “You must be tired. Night flight,
exciting morning. Get much sleep on the plane?”
“Few hours. I think that food made me sleepier than anything, though.
Boy, am I glad to get this coat off! Too tight for my taste.”
Biff took off Derek’s coat, which he had been wearing, and tossed it
toward a chair. As the coat landed, a small white box fell out of the
pocket. Uncle Charlie pounced on it like a hungry cat on a mouse.
“What is it, Uncle Charlie?” Biff asked.
Charlie had taken the lid off the box and was inspecting the object in
it with a triumphant smile on his face.
“What luck! I think this will clinch our case against Dietz and Company.
And at the same time, I can see now why Derek might be very suspicious
of both of us.”
Uncle Charlie put the lid back on the box and replaced it in Derek’s
coat.
“You still haven’t told me what it is,” Biff said.
“Give me time. And when I do, a lot of things will become clear.”
“So, Uncle Charlie is going to be mysterious again,” Biff said to
himself. Biff sprawled out on the bed and waited for Uncle Charlie to
start talking.
“It all goes back to our days in Burma and China, Biff. You know
Explorations Unlimited still has its headquarters in Burma. Sumatra’s
not too far from Burma. Lots of Dutch people in Sumatra. It was once a
Dutch colony. And Explorations had done quite a bit of work for some of
the Dutch businessmen there.
“Just after we had to get out of Burma—you remember, of
course—Explorations received an inquiry as to whether its operations
extended to the Netherlands Antilles. Jack Hudson—you recall him, don’t
you, Biff?—cabled me.”
Biff nodded his head. Jack Hudson also worked for Explorations
Unlimited. It had been Jack who had flown into China and rescued Biff
and his uncle when Biff had taken part in the _Mystery of the Chinese
Ring_.
“So Jack cabled me,” Uncle Charlie went on. “An inquiry had come from a
friend of Derek’s father, Brom Zook. Brom wanted someone to work for and
with him. I got the job. I’d picked up a seaplane with my earnings in
China and had been kicking around the Caribbean, charter flights and so
on.”
“What did he want you to do?” Biff asked.
“Pilot him back and forth from here to Martinique. Run a speedboat he
has in Martinique.”
“I know from what Dietz told me that Derek’s father is looking for
something on the bottom of the ocean? What is it? Sunken treasure?” Biff
asked.
“In a way, yes. And he’s found it, too. It’s a pearl fishery—”
“Pearl fishery!” Biff’s voice showed his excitement.
“Yes. A fabulous one. If the samples Brom has found so far are an
indication, there are millions of dollars of pearls waiting to be taken,
from a spot of ocean floor just off the coast of Martinique.”
Biff was sitting up now, leaning forward. This was fascinating to him.
Pearls, taken from the bottom of the ocean!
“It was the very end of November, I guess, when I last saw Brom,”
Charles Keene said. “I’d taken some new skin-diving equipment over to
him. He indicated to me then that he thought he was nearing his goal. He
said I’d hear from him within a week. I was to come back to Curaçao and
await word.”
“Why Curaçao, Uncle Charlie, when he was working in a French
possession?”
“Because he’s a Dutch citizen. Everything he does over there has to
clear through the Dutch authorities and the French consulate here.”
“I see,” Biff nodded his head.
“Well, nearly two weeks went by. I was worried. I flew back to
Martinique. I couldn’t locate Brom. He had gone to sea in his speedboat,
loaded with supplies. I hung around La Trinité—that’s the town we
headquartered in—for a couple of days, then came back here. Nothing else
for me to do.”
Uncle Charlie got out of his chair and walked over to the balcony.
“Then I got a letter and a package from Brom,” Uncle Charlie continued.
“And that’s the last I’ve heard from him. Oh, I’ve been back to
Martinique several times, but he’s vanished.”
“Do you think Dietz had anything to do with it?”
“I’m sure of it, Biff. He either kidnapped Brom Zook, and Brom got away,
or he drove Brom into hiding. It’s just got to be one or the other.”
“Dietz knew about this pearl fishery, too?” Biff wanted to know.
“Lots of people know about it, Biff. Stories of a fabulous pearl fishery
have been circulating in these parts for years and years. The stories
come from the Carib Indians. And every once in a while, a Carib comes to
the market with a priceless pearl.”
“But no one has ever located the fishery, is that it?”
“That’s right, Biff. Many have tried, Dietz among them.”
“Where does Derek fit into the picture?” Biff asked.
“I’m coming to that. Derek is motherless. He has spent most of his life
divided between living here in Curaçao with his father and living with
his grandparents in Holland. When Brom Zook started on his hunt for the
pearl fishery, he sent Derek to The Netherlands for his schooling. He
knew that he wouldn’t be in Curaçao much of the time, and he didn’t like
to leave Derek alone.”
“Why did Derek come back? Particularly since his father is missing?” The
picture was still somewhat cloudy to Biff.
“I sent for him,” Uncle Charlie said.
“And you sent for me, too. Why both of us?”
“Because you look so much alike. You could easily pass for twins.”
“I know,” Biff said. “In Miami and on the plane, we were taken for
twins.”
“I needed you here in the event Derek didn’t show up in time.”
“In time for what, Uncle Charlie?”
“To establish his right to the pearl fishery his father has found.”
Biff frowned. “I’m afraid I still don’t get it.”
“It’s like this, Biff. The letter I received from Brom Zook, over two
weeks after I last saw him, contained a claim to a certain water area,
to be filed with the French consulate here in Willemstad, establishing
Brom Zook as the discoverer of the fishery. I was to file it for him.
Along with the letter and the claim, I received a small package. In it
was one of the most perfect black pearls I have ever seen.”
Biff’s eyes turned in the direction of Derek’s coat. He was beginning to
get an idea of what Uncle Charlie had found in the box that had tumbled
from the jacket.
“This pearl was to be given the French consul along with the claim. In
the event Brom Zook didn’t appear within the time limit, the person
appearing for him could establish his right by presenting a black pearl
that was the perfect match for the one I left with the consulate.”
“And that person would be Derek?” Biff asked.
“Right you are, Biff.”
“How did Derek get hold of the pearl?”
“Apparently Brom Zook knew he was in danger, from Dietz, I’m sure. Dietz
would try to stop him from appearing to establish his claim—the same way
claim jumpers used to operate in the early mining days of the old West
in the United States,” Uncle Charlie explained.
“So he sent Derek the other pearl?”
“That’s right. He told me he had done so in his letter. His instructions
were that if he didn’t get in touch with me in plenty of time before the
ninety-day time limit was to expire, then I was to cable Derek to come
at once to Curaçao.”
“Ninety-day time limit? I don’t understand,” Biff said, his voice
showing he was still puzzled.
“When a claim is filed, such as the one I filed for Brom Zook, there’s a
waiting period of ninety days before the claim is granted. The law was
designed to prevent claim jumping. In those ninety days, if anyone else
can dispute the claim, then a hearing is held to decide who discovered
the find first.”
“So that if Brom Zook had jumped someone else’s claim, the real
discoverer could protest and prove he made the discovery first,” Biff
said.
“You’re right, Biff. But in this case, Brom made the discovery. Dietz
knows it. Dietz knows that he wouldn’t stand a chance of claiming to
have made the discovery first.”
“Why not?”
“Because he doesn’t know exactly where it is.”
“Do you, Uncle Charlie?”
“I have a pretty good idea, because I know more precisely where Brom
Zook was working than Dietz does. You see, Biff, a claim to a water area
covers a _lot_ of ocean. It isn’t like a land claim for mining. A mining
claim covers a specific spot. A water claim can cover an area of
hundreds of acres. I know the island group that Brom was searching in,
but only Brom knows the exact spot where the pearl oysters are located.”
“Then the pearl fishery itself,” Biff said, “could be a very small area
compared to the total area covered by the claim?”
“Right you are, Biff.”
“Then Dietz hasn’t got a chance, has he?”
“Oh, yes. He thinks he has a good one.”
“I don’t see how.”
Charlie Keene grinned. “If neither Brom Zook nor Derek appears at the
French consulate to demand the claim within the ninety days, anyone can
file for the rights. Dietz is just waiting to file in the same general
area where the Zook claim is located.”
Biff knew now what had happened.
“And Brom Zook is missing.”
“That’s it, Biff. If neither Brom Zook nor Derek appears, then Dietz
moves in, files his claim, and then it would be most difficult for Brom
Zook to reestablish his rights.”
Biff nodded his head thoughtfully.
“Uncle Charlie, when does that ninety-day time limit expire?”
“Tomorrow afternoon, Biff. At four o’clock.”
“What!” Biff exclaimed. “Then we’ve got to act fast. We’ve got to find
Derek!”
“Don’t worry, Biff, we’re still ahead of the game.”
“But Brom Zook will be robbed!”
“I don’t think so,” Uncle Charlie said, smiling as he shook his head.
“What’s to prevent it?” Biff demanded.
“You, Biff. Couldn’t you play the role of Derek Zook once more?”