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We were stunned. Alec had called Hollywood and pitched the idea as worthwhile use for the scheduled "bad-weather day." The supper exchange became what might be called a communications breakdown. Statements were made such as "Don't jeopardize this important investigation!" And of course the always unfortunate "Don't you f- with me." We were also concerned because Lawrence had told us that he did not want to go public with his story. We believe that one reason we've gained so some respect from eyewitnesses in investigations is that we Cn ne oa By day four cooler heads prevailed. We had a good talk with Alec, and Lawrence did an interview. The expedition packed up and left Shelburne for the drive back to Halifax and Canadian Seabed Research's offices in Porter's Lake on Nova Scotia's eastern shore. Here Alec did two lengthy interviews about foul 4 1 otiutoad wags a, What did it prove? Some would suggest that our September 1995 search proved that nothing significant had happened. But as we see it, our expedition added weight to the evidence that the Dark Object somehow ended up elsewhere. This fact says much about its mysterious origin and capabilities. If it were a crashed airliner, it couldn't have moved away underwater. On the sixteenth of March, 1997, we made a phone call to a man we hoped was the person we had been trying to locate for three years. It was the second call we had made in as many days. The first had not panned out. The name was the same, but he was not the man we were looking for. The second time, however, we hit pay dirt. I located him through a program on the Internet. Barry Crowell was the lighthouse keeper who we believed was on duty at the Cape Roseway lighthouse during the events that transpired off Government Point at the same time as the Shag Harbor incident. Since the lighthouse was located only two-and-a-half miles across the waters of the Eastern Way of Shelburne Harbor from the sub-tracking base at Government Point, it enjoyed an excellent vantage point from which to view the area in question. A woman answered the phone and I asked if I could speak to Barry Crowell. She called to someone and seconds later a man answered. That special instinct that we all seem to have kicked in and we knew without asking that this was going to be our man. After introducing ourselves and exchanging a few preliminary remarks, we began to ask the man some questions, the most important of which was whether he had been on duty the night of October 4, 1967. respect a person's limits. No means no, and we accept this. Shag Harbor and what had been accomplished to date. We all said our good-byes in CSR's driveway and went our separate ways. As far as we're concerned, the search is not yet over. CHAPTER TEN THE MYSTERY CONTINUES