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You can stay with us. Mandy will be back here next week but we’ve another room we’ve been planning to make into a guest room.”
    â€œI’ll have to ask Mom and Dad,” Casey said, “but I think it would be great!”
    â€œYour mother has already been in touch with Ottawa, and they’re tracking down your father. She says it would be fine with her and should be okay with him. Apparently, they’re planning some big renovations on your house, and think it would be easier on everybody if you weren’t there. We should have the word from your dad by this evening.”
    â€œIf it’s all right with Dad, when would I start?” Casey wanted to know.
    â€œWell, you’ve only one week more of school, right?”
    â€œRight.” Casey nodded. “Exam week.”
    â€œHow about coming the Monday after. In the meantime, we’re going to have Trevor Treadwell, who manages our Museum Gift and Souvenir Shop, take over the table where you will be sitting and watching. He’ll have a description of the men and will report anything suspicious. His helper will run the gift shop for that week, and Trevor will be handy if any questions about the shop come up. Now, back to you. I’m not sure yet what your job description will be, but you’ll be paid double the minimum wage; you’ll be doing cataloguing work for us as well as watching.” Dr. Norman stood up. He turned as he headed for the door and said, “everyone is so grateful for your information.”
    â€œThat’s okay.” Casey waved as Dr. Norman went out and closed Casey’s door.
    â€œOkay? It’s great!” Casey whispered to himself. He got out another piece of paper and started writing down all the things he was going to spend his money on.
    A new wide-brimmed hat
    A … he was fast asleep.

Chapter Six
    On his last afternoon in Drumheller, Dr. Norman showed Casey where in the foyer of the Tyrrell he would he stationed.
    â€œThat’ll be your desk and chair right in front of that pillar,” Dr. Norman said, pointing to a long table facing the entry doors. Sitting at the table in a rotating wooden office chair was a skinny man with short-cropped, mouse-brown hair and dark-rimmed glasses.
    As they stood for a minute for Casey to take in the scene, Dr. Norman told him, “You’ll have trays of rocks and pieces of bone to measure and classify to the best of your ability — always remember to double-check your measurements — the classifications will be rechecked by our staff.”
    â€œNow,” he said, “come and meet Trevor.”
    â€œIncidentally,” he added, “we’re not planning to tell Trevor all the details of what’s really going down: He understands who he’s to look for and has been told you will be taking over when you’re free to come.” He paused a few seconds, and continued in a low voice, “I have to warn you, though, Trevor is jealous of anyone horning in on ‘his’ territory.”
    â€œI won’t be, will I?” Casey asked.
    â€œNo. He has his own job in the gift shop and you’ll have nothing to do with that. We’ll be telling him you’ve been hired as a sort of palaeotology intern for the summer; as well, he knows you’re supposed to look out for the men in question. He knows you’re the one who’s seen them.”
    They passed the Gift Shop along a wall next to the main exit and walked toward “Casey’s” table. Trevor was sitting with his arms folded and a belligerent look on his face. Casey guessed the guy was in his mid-twenties.
    â€œTrevor,” Dr. Norman began, “I’d like you to meet Casey Templeton.” Casey shot out his hand. Trevor didn’t. “Casey,” Dr. Norman continued, “who, as you know, saw the men in question. He has a great interest in palaeontology as well and is going to be a Tyrrell intern for