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Michael Matson entered cottage number two. He discovered Ben sitting in the kitchen reading the morning paper. The room smelled of freshly brewed coffee.

“Where’ve you been? I waited breakfast for you,” Ben commented.

“I walked over to the office to see if there was a message from Bernard.”

“You usually don’t go this early.” Ben folded the newspaper. Setting it on the table, he looked at Michael.

“Yeah, well, ... I had this feeling.”

“So? What do you want for breakfast?”

“Waffles. Eggs. I don’t care.” Michael shrugged. Then he remembered something. “Make that killer omelet you made yesterday.”

Ben got up from the table and began to rustle about in the kitchen. Taking the carton of eggs out of the refrigerator, he stopped and turned to Michael.

“What happened at the office? Was there a message for us?”

Michael grinned and pulled an envelope from his pocket. He tossed it on the counter beside Ben.

“You can have the honors. I know how anxious you’ve been.”

Ben stared at Michael. With excitement, he grabbed the envelope and tore it open. He read the short note.

“Today at three o’clock. Cottage number three,” Ben informed Michael. “Damn! It’s about time.”