“Do you need us here for anything else?”
“No, I’ll be in touch when I do.”
“Then we’re off to New York in a few minutes.”
“Your airplane engine all right?”
“It did fine on the flight back from Rockland.”
“Then have a safe flight. Goodbye and thank you again.”
“Thank you, Sergeant. Bye.” Stone hung up. “Let’s get out of here,” he said to his assembled group.
“You had enough of Maine?” Ed Rawls asked.
“For this summer,” Stone replied, shaking his hand. “Maybe I’ll be back next summer, if nobody is getting dead up here.”
Two minutes later, Stone locked the door, got into the station wagon with Dino, Holly and Lance and was driven away.