by John Blaine
“And in this case, powdered carnotite was used in the fields, and chunks were put in the mine, to make victims think uranium was present,” Rick added. He could see the picture pretty clearly now. “The carnotite was put in and then the field was planted with corn to make it look as innocent and natural as possible, I suppose.”
“That’s how I figure it. There’s no uranium around here, except for the very small percentage that one can often find associated with some varieties of lead. We’ll find that someone has been pulling a very cute confidence game, bringing clients here by night, showing them the radioactivity-by letting them hear the clicks in the earphone of a counter, probably-and then selling them either shares in a mine or pieces of property.”
“And using the ghost to scare the townspeople away so there would be no interference,”
Rick finished. “But how can we prove all this?”
“You won’t have to. I brought a man with me, and dropped him off in town. His name is Joe Taylor, and he’s an FBI agent.”
“The FBI?”Scotty looked puzzled. “Butbunco games or con games, whatever you call them, aren’t a federal offense! How does the FBI get in on it?”
“Because the carnotite was federal property.It was stolen from a loading platform at ourGrand Junction facility. We know this, because there is no record of any transaction, and we can identify the source by the chemical composition of the sample.”
“But how could anyone steal stuff from AEG?” Rick asked.
“Easily, in this case.There is no purpose in protecting ore with the same security we give the processed stages, like green salt, for example. No one could possibly steal enough ore to do any good, because it takes many tons to produce even a gram of uranium.Ore moves by carloads, on normal railroad or truck bills of lading, from private companies who mine it. No security is required, you see, because no one has the capability of getting out the metal even if they could steal thousands of tons of ore.”
Rick understood this. He had seen the plant atOak Ridge where uranium was extracted by the gas diffusion method. The plant covered acres. Only a government could afford such a facility.
“But couldn’t the carnotite have been stolen from a privately owned mine?” he asked.
“Possibly, but we will assume it was in our hands when it was taken. This is because we want to discourage this kind of thing, and the FBI taking action is very discouraging to thieves.”
The boys appreciated this viewpoint. “I hope the FBI doesn’t interfere with Rick’s plan for exposing the ghost,” Scotty said.
“I don’t think you’ll findTaylor hard to persuade. Ill suggest he stop by and hear your story. It will help him. Then you can outline your own plans.”
“We’ll be waiting,” Rick assured the AEG expert. “Before you go, what’s your idea about the changing number of ghosts? Was that when the clients were brought to see the Geiger counter work?”
“That would be my guess,” Bennett agreed. “You’ll probably find that die ghost took them on a conducted survey of the mine and the fields to show them what valuable property he was offering for sale -or for shares in a mine.”
Scotty objected, “But the ghost wore the luminous blue head. Any clients would think that was mighty peculiar, to put it mildly, unless they knew they were being parties to something illegal.”
Bennett chuckled. “It’s one of the key factors in a really big con game to make the client think he is getting something for nothing, or maybe even a shade outside the law.
Confidence men say that everyone has a ‘little larceny in his soul.’ I’m sure that’s not true, but enough people do so that they can be swindled by an illegal offer.”
Rick snapped his fingers. “Dr. Miller’s property, and the fact that Hilleboe owned only part of the mine! That’s the reason for the ghosts that walked by night. It has to be! The swindlers would tell theirclients only part of the land was available and they needed funds to buy the rest of it-but the inspection had to be held by night to keep the owner from suspecting he had a uranium mine on his property.”
Bennett asked, “Was Dr. Miller actually approached with an offer to buy?”
“Yes,” Scotty replied. “It was a good offer, too. That must mean the swindlers were doing a good business and needed more land to sell.”
“Not necessarily. They probably wanted the Miller property more as a safety factor than anything else, in case someone got wind of what was going on and tried to horn in. They probably didn’t actually sell land, only speculative shares in a mine to be developed.
That’s the usual technique. The secrecy and mystery, and having a phony ghost for a guide, were just added elements of drama to help with the selling. The clients thought they were in on a great big secret.”
Rick grinned. “They were. We’ve just managed to untangle it, with your help.”
“Delighted,” Bennett said. “But you’ll findTaylor much more of an expert than I. See you later, boys, I’m sure.”
They watched as the AEG man drove off. Tin pretty sure we have the answers,” Rick said happily. “Hilleboe probably is the boss, since he owns the property, but Collins is in on it to some extent because he knew about the upper mine tunnel, and acted as agent for Hilleboe. And our pal the Frostola man is in it up to his hip pockets.”
“He’s the ghost,” Scotty agreed. “Both in the tunnel when the machine isrun, and at night when the ghost walks. At least he is part of the time. Of course there’s no reason why someone else couldn’t be the ghost, too, maybe two or three different people.”
“Someone else was the ghost the first night,” Rick remembered, “because the Frostola man was watching.”
“Good thing we don’t have to prove any of this,” Scotty concluded. “The FBI is on the job. They’ll get the proof.”
“But we’re the ones who’ll bury the ghost for good,” Rick promised.
CHAPTER XX
Death of a Ghost
Dr. Miller planned a large cook-out and picnic party in the mine area, and he issued invitations to people from the town ofLansdale , to the staff ofSpindriftIsland ’s scientific foundation, to Mr. Bennett of the AEG, and to a number of folks who preferred for reasons of their own to remain anonymous for the time being.
The reason, Dr. Miller said, was to get all his friends together for one big shindig beforehe and his family returned toSpindriftIsland where a new project was waiting.
Even Jan and Barby knew no other reason than this.
Meanwhile, the boys were busy preparing to “bury the ghost for good.” What made the plan difficult was that it had to be done publicly, and in such a way that it wouldn’t interfere with police activities.
The boys met with Taylor, the FBI agent. He was a good-natured young man who might have been a lawyer, but under the attractive grin and ready chuckle, Rick could sense thatTaylor could be a very tough man indeed if need be. The agent listened to their plans and laughed outright.
“I like it,” he said. “We must do this, if only for the effect on the Frostola man when he sees what has happened. It’s turning the tables on that joker, and he deserves it.”
Rick sensed more than met the ear in that statement. “You know something about him?”
he asked.
“Quite a bit.He’s not exactly Public Enemy Number One, or even Number Fifty, but he’s well known to the police of most large cities. He specializes in confidence games with a technical angle. He’s quite original. You can bet he dreamed this whole thing up and planned it down to the last detail, then sold the others on it. I don’t know how he met Hilleboe, but we’ll find out. Of course he met Collins through Hilleboe.”
“Does the Frostolacompany know he exists?”
“Sure. He wouldn’t slip on a detail like that. He got the job without difficulty, since the route was vacant. If it hadn’t been vacant, he’d have worked out some other kind of cover.”
Rick made a telephone call to a friend inNew York , and as a consequence had to f
ly toWashingtonNationalAirport in two days to pick up a small package.
Mr. Belsely let it be known around town that Dr. Miller didn’t really want to hold the party at the mine area because of the ghost, but had no other place large enough-and he had to give the party for professional reasons; his scientific friends had long wanted to see hisVirginia home. The farmer made sure the Frostola man heard the story.
There was only one final step necessary on the day of the big event. With Belsely watching one road and Scotty watching the other, Rick went into the upper mine tunnel for the last time. He had with him equipment and a specially made item that was essential to his plans. He worked swiftly, sure that the Frostola man wouldn’t notice the slight change, which involved only a foot of film on the continuous strip.
He finished and called Belsely and Scotty off their posts. Now all was in readiness.
There were gallons of potato salad and coleslaw, mountains of rolls, barrels of punch, and enough hot dogs to feed a small army. Wood was piled for the fires, paper plates were stacked high. All was in readiness.
Rick flew again toWashington and made connections with the plane that brought his parents and Julius Weiss, the little mathematician. The other Spindrifters were out of town, so couldn’t come.
It was a gala occasion, enjoyed by everyone. Rick ate half a dozen hot dogs himself, while Scotty maintained his reputation as a good trencherman with two on top of that.
They consumed salad until the bursting point was near, and so was darkness.
Then Rick wandered casually over to a parked car where one man, replete with picnic chow, was listening to his radio.
It wasn’t a broadcast receiver, however. The man was a lieutenant of the Virginia State Police. His car was radio equipped, although not identified as a police car. It kept him in touch with his men.
“Your boy went into the mine a few minutes ago,” he reported.
Rick breathed a sigh of relief.Now, if the ghost producer didn’t examine things too closely . . . but he wouldn’t. Everything looked normal, and the extra film wasn’t prominent.
It was almostnine o’clock .
Rick found Scotty. “Let’s get grandstand seats.”
“Okay.”
Barby, Jan, and the Millers had a table directly under the tree in which the boys had waited in vain for the Blue Ghost, and had hidden from the night prowlers. This was no accident. Rick’s mother and father were with the group. Weiss was off at another table with Bennett of the AEG, deep in a discussion of some obscure point of nuclear physics.
A car drove up and Rick waited to see who emerged. One person who was missing had arrived just in time. Rick walked over and told the FBI agent to get a good location from which to watch the show.
“Just got in fromWashington ,”Taylor said. “We picked up Hilleboe and three
associates. They talked freely when they saw we had ‘em cold.Been actually selling pieces of the land, through Collins, at fantastic prices. We’ll pick up Collins on the way back tonight.”
Rick saw him to a good location and rejoined Scotty. They hurriedly told the folks at the table that they wanted grandstand seats and went up into the tree. Besides having a good seat, Rick also wanted to see if he was correct about being able to see the bright projector lens from the tree.
Now that they knew what to look for, it was absurdly simple. They couldn’t see the port open, but they saw the white flash of dry ice as it dropped from the port into the pool.
The mist rose.
The party group was silent now. Only a very few knew what the outcome would be; most knew only that the Blue Ghost was about to appear.
The mist thickened, expanded.
The Blue Ghost materialized. He held out his hands to an invisible loved one. He looked appealing.
He recoiled,then put hands to his chest. They came away bloody. He stretched them out . . .
And then a new sequence materialized in the mist, a sequence of words in stark red against the icy white of the background.
BE PREPARED!
BUY
BLUE GHOST HEALTH INSURANCE
For a long breath there was shocked silence,then the crowd below dissolved into laughter.
“Let’s go,” Rick shouted.
He would have given much to see Barby’s expression, but time was running out and he and Scotty had ground to cover. They dropped from the tree, scrambled up the hill past where the white mist was fading, and dashed across the cornfield.
“Hurry!”Scotty exclaimed.
“I’m hurrying,” Rick assured him, but made his legs go faster.
They went across the hilltop with great strides, broke into the open beyond the cornfield, dodged thorns, and panted to a stop just above the opening of the second tunnel.
The fast sprint had gotten them there in time.
The Frostola man spurted from the tunnel as though a real ghost was after him.
Four state troopers grabbed him so fast that his legs continued to make running motions even after his feet were lifted off the ground.
Rick caught a glimpse of blue light from the corner of his eye and whirled to see the Blue Ghost approaching! For a moment he thought a real ghost had somehow appeared to be in on the capture of the phony one,then at close range he saw that the ghostly head was nothing more than a transparent plastic head of the kind used to display men’s hats.
The apparition walked up to the speechless Frostola man and said calmly, “Boo!”
Taylor, the FBI agent, removed the apparatus from his head; Rick recognized him in the blue glow. “We found your other head underneath the ice cream in your scooter,” he said conversationally.“In the false bottom. We also found your Geiger counter.Any
comments?”
The Frostola man had recovered somewhat from the shock of his capture.
“What can I say?” he demanded. “When I saw that wordage on the mist, I knew
someone was onto the act. I only delayed long enough to read it-backward-from where I was. Then I got out and ran into troopers.All right. You found the secret of the ghost, and that I have a Geiger counter. So what? Practical jokes aren’t illegal, and anyone can own a survey meter.”
“But selling shares in a nonexistent mine with intent to defraud is quite a different matter,” the agent said. “We’ve been collecting evidence for a few days, including some from clients of yours who were interested in knowing the field had been salted. And we’ve picked up Collins and Hilleboe.”
The Frostola man sighed. “Well, it was good while it lasted. I suspected things were getting risky when those two kids charged into the mist, but I hoped maybe the cold spray had cooled them down a little. When it didn’t, I tried to scare them off by trapping them in the mine. No intent to harm, either. I knew they’d be dug out in short order.”
“We were,” Rick agreed. “Only while the rescuers were digging in, we were busy
finding the upper tunnel. After that, it was easy.”
“I saw the rescue,” the Frostola man said. “You came out the same way you went in.
That fooled me completely; I just figured you hadn’t gone beyond the pile of rocks between the tunnels.”
A trooper sergeant pointed to the police car waiting on the dirt road. “Come on. We’ll take a ride to town and get you booked. Don’t worry about your scooter. It will be taken care of.”
“Eat all the ice cream you want,” the Frostola man said grandly. “Be my guests. I won’tbe needing it.”
“Not for some years,”Taylor agreed. “Come on, lads. Let’s get back to the picnic.”
“We’re with you,” Rick said. “Lead the way.” He chuckled suddenly. “It was a pretty good effect, wasn’t it? The lab did a good job, and the Frostola man didn’t see that a new chunk had been spliced in.”
“A very good effect,” Scotty agreed. “Only stand by for misery and woe. Barby and Jan won’t like this! After all, we destroyed a historic romance.”
The picnic crowd was eat
ing again when the boys returned. They located the family and Rick strained to see the girls’ faces, but it was too dark.
Barby’s voice said sternly, “Is that you, Rick Brant?”
He admitted it, rather meekly. “Uh-uh.”
“Rick Brant! You knew all the time ... I mean, while Jan and I were . . .”
Barby’s voice was trembling. He thought she was in tears. He hoped not; she shouldn’t take legends so seriously . . .
AgentTaylor joined the group and chuckled. “You should have seen that Frostola man come out of the tunnel! I guess that final commercial shocked him silly.”
“He wasn’t the only one,” Barby said swiftly, and to Rick’s amazement she and Jan Miller burst into peals of laughter.
This wasn’t the reaction Rick had expected. “But the romance,” he said doubtfully. “I mean, you should be brokenhearted . . .”
“I’ll never understand girls,” Scotty said darkly.
“It was like sitting through the same movie too many times,” Barby explained.
Jan added, “Really, we were getting a little bored with the same act. If the ghost had only changed his routine a little . . .”
There was real pride in Barby’s voice as she declared, “And how do you get rid of a boring ghost? You get my brother Rick to turn him into a commercial. Rick Brant’s Sponsored Spooks!”
Rick was so relieved at Barby’s reaction that he let her have the last word. Besides, there were new events to think about, for Hartson Brant had brought word of a new project the Spindrift Foundation had agreed to undertake, one that would shake the very earth to its depths, and one in which Rick Brant and Scotty would play a major part.
THE END
The Blue Ghost Mystery
A RICK BRANT SCIENCE-ADVENTURE STORY, No. 15
BY JOHN BLAINE
