Chapter 70

“It was cool,” Robbie said.

“Ready to go back to Space Mountain?” Charles said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I think we can be in line tomorrow morning before it gets too crowded,” I said.

The telephone rang. Charles, who was sitting next to it, answered. “It’s for you, George,” he said, holding the receiver.

I walked across the room and picked up the phone. After a minute of conversation, I said, “Come on up,” and hung up the telephone.

“That was a lieutenant with the sheriff’s department,” I said. “He was calling from downstairs and wants to get our stories firsthand.”

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, so Mike got up and opened the door. “Captain Martin?” we heard a voice say.

“No,” Mike said, “but please come in.”

A short and somewhat plump man of forty or thereabouts came into the room, and I got up from the sofa and said, “I’m George Martin.”

“Lieutenant Barker,” the man said.

We shook hands, and I introduced him to everyone else in the room.