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Nina had been shaking the sand out of her shoes and trying to do her face and comb her hair. Now she looked up, saw that the dunes were on the right, and said, "Henry, where are we going?"

"The Oasis," he said. "We'll call the police from there."

"What'll you say?"

"Say we saw a whole pack of spies, or something, land on the beach."

"Spies!" When she said the word aloud it sounded much too melodramatic to be real. Sounded like something you saw in the movies or on television or read in Steve Canyon.

"Spies for sure," he said. "Never heard of dope runners with a submarine."

"Dope runners could have a submarine, couldn't they?"

"No. Only navies have submarines."

He slowed for a jog in the road and she said, "Henry, who'll you call?"

"The St. Augustine police or St. Johns County sheriff."

"Why not the Navy base at Mayport, if you think they really are spies?" Mayport, at the mouth of the St. Johns, was an operating base for carriers. Sometimes there were two or three carriers and half a dozen destroyers at Mayport, loading fresh air groups and new planes for service in the Mediterranean.