, the boys--somewhat reluctantly--got into what they
referred to as "shore-going clothes." These consisted of slacks, sport
shirts, light casual jackets, and loafers. Steve had a bag packed. They
got into his car, a late-model convertible, and headed for Cambridge.

The plane, a small twin-engine craft, was late coming from Norfolk. By
the time Steve was en route to Washington, it was nearly the dinner
hour.

"Eat out?" Rick suggested.

"Absolutely. More crab cakes?"

Rick shook his head. "Crab imperial. Maybe some steamed clams."

"You're making me hungry," Scotty protested. "I'll say one thing for the
bay area. The folks eat well. How about some terrapin stew?"

"Crab imperial," Rick said again. "Baked in a crab shell. Lots of
mayonnaise, paprika, and butter. I'll have a hearts of romaine salad on
the side, with oil-and-vinegar dressing. Maybe tarragon vinegar. A few
French fries, too. But first, a couple of dozen steamed clams. What do
they call 'em here? Manos, pronounced Man! Oh!"

"Just tell me where," Scotty begged. "Say no more."

"How about that place we passed just before we got to Cambridge? The one
built like a Colonial mansion."

"The Bay Gourmet," Scotty remembered. "Okay. You're driving."

Rick put the convertible in gear and moved out of the airport driveway
onto the highway. "We're on our own," he said. "It's up to us to
entertain ourselves. But food isn't enough. Man cannot live by bread
alone, the Scriptures say."

"I knew it." Scotty slumped down in the seat and sighed. "Since man
cannot live by bread alone, his life must be filled with other things.
And guess what things!"

Rick smiled in anticipation. "Uh-huh. Flying stingarees."

CHAPTER V

The Face Is Familiar

The Bay Gourmet was all that its outside appearance promised. A waiter,
elderly and courteous, his voice soft with the Eastern Shore accent, led
them to a table in a main dining room that was like something out of
early American history, Maryland style. The Maryland colony had not been
poor, and many of its settlers had been of the English nobility. They
had brought with them furniture, paintings, and chinaware from England
and France, and their homes were gracious and livable.

The restaurant followed the pattern. Rick wouldn't have been surprised
to see the ghost of Lord Baltimore walk through one of the arches.

The boys pored over the menus and finally settled on crab gumbo, clam
fritters, and crab imperial