The Rings of Poseidon

by Mike Crowson

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  A station wagon pulled into the yard beside a farm and the 'bird watcher' strode into the farmhouse. He pulled off his boots in the porch, went in his stocking feet to the telephone and punched in the digits of midlands number. The phone at the other end rang and a man answered.

  "Hello Robert ... I believe they've found something significant. I would say it was time to come and see how they're getting on ... Well I can't see how I can tell through binoculars! ... I can't look at their computer file, I don't know the first thing about the damn things. No, you'll have to come up if you're interested ... Right then, I'll be seeing you in a day or two ... Bye for now, then." And he rang off