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the summer.”
    Trevor grunted.
    â€œCasey will be taking over the surveillance job you’re doing now when he’s free in about a week. He’ll also be sorting and categorizing stones and bone fragments as well. Eventually, the stones will land up for sale in your shop.”
    â€œThe Tyrrell doesn’t have interns,” Trevor complained.
    â€œIt does now,” Dr. Norman told him, “and I want you to show every courtesy to Casey.”
    A customer walked into the shop. Trevor glanced over to see that a clerk was helping her. He grunted again. (Casey thought, Never heard anyone grunt like that .) When Trevor saw the customer was attended to, he sneered at Casey and lowered his head.
    Dr. Norman raised his eyebrows in a “see what I mean” expression and he and Casey walked over to stand near the door.
    â€œOkay. So I sit over there facing the door, and ...?” Casey began.
    â€œWe’ll have the procedure worked out for you by the time you get back here.”
    Dr. Norman pointed above the door and Casey looked up.
    â€œThat’s a surveillance camera, Casey, and there’s one above where you’ll be sitting, so the museum will have photos of everyone who enters.… It’s just that no one but you really knows what these men look and sound like.”
    As they walked out the door, Casey told Dr. Norman about a couple of ideas he’d had related to his watching job. Dr. Norman was impressed and said, “Good thinking, Casey.”
    They walked in silence for a couple of minutes, then Dr. Norman asked, “You’ll be starting a week from next Monday, so you’ll be coming down on the Sunday?”
    Casey nodded.
    â€œTell your parents they’re invited for an early supper.”
    â€œThanks so much” — Casey smiled up at him — “I’m sure my dad will be back by then and I know he’d like it a lot if he could check out my set-up here.”
    â€œWell, I’ve got some letters to write,” said Dr. Norman, looking at his watch. “I’ll see you later.”
    Casey walked back to the Normans’, got all his gear together, had a good supper, and went to bed early so he’d not have any trouble getting up to catch the 6:45 a.m. bus to Richford.
    He got up as soon as his alarm rang, dressed quietly, and went down to the Normans’ kitchen.
    He drank juice from the fridge and ate the cereal and muffins Mrs. Norman had left for him on the kitchen table.
    â€œA note,” Casey said out loud. “I should leave a note.”
    On a sheet torn from his notebook, Casey wrote:
Thank you both so very much for taking such good care of me.
    I will do my very best to help you catch the men who are planning to rob the Tyrrell. See you in ten days.
    Casey.
    He put the note in the middle of the kitchen table. Then, with his backpack in place on his now healing back, he walked out the back door and down to the Drumheller bus depot.

Chapter Seven
    â€œSo, Casey,” Mike said as they walked down the school corridor toward their lockers, “how could you concentrate on a Math test when you’ve got all this summer business on your mind?”
    â€œEasy,” Casey said. “Either I do well in all my exams or there’s no way my dad will let me take on that Tyrrell job. He’ll be home Saturday and will want a report on how I did.”
    â€œYou won’t have your results by then,” Mike said.
    â€œNo,” Casey agreed, “but I’ll have a good idea of how the tests went.”
    â€œWe’ll really miss you on the baseball team — you are one strong catcher.”
    â€œI’ve been using one of those hard rubber hand things you squeeze over and over. It’s a great way to build your arm and hand muscles. Here, shake a paw.”
    Mike grasped Casey’s hand and Casey squeezed hard.
    â€œYeow!” Mike shouted. “Let go!”
    â€œSee?” said