"Skeptical, eh? Go on, ask me anything. I am

forbidden to be on any quiz or game show, and I have

to register with them when I enter the cities from

which they transmit."

"Yeah, right."'

"What, no questions?" he challenged, folding

his arms across his chest and pulling his shoulders up. I thought a moment. What he needs is someone

to wipe that egotistical smile off his lips. All right, he

asked for it, I thought. Daddy was always proud of my

knowledge of U.S. naval history.

"When was the first submarine used in U.S.

combat?"

He pulled his head back. "Interesting choice for

a challenge. It was in 1776, actually, Invented by

David Bushnell, a small, egg-shaped craft constructed

of wood and operated by one man who turned a

propeller. The science was quite innovative. They

submerged by admitting water and then surfaced by

forcing it out with a hand pump. Fulton picked up on

it and applied some of the principles to his Nautilus,"

he recited.

I guess my jaw had dropped so low flies or bees

could form a hive in my mouth.

"Grace," I heard Mommy call, and turned

toward our patio.

"Yes?"

"Dallas has to go. Come say goodbye." she

cried.

"Okay. I'll be right there." I turned back to

Augustus Brewster.

Tags: V.C. Andrews De Beers Horror
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