The trawlers Spray and Foam, groping the Atlantic for 750 miles off the Virginia Capes with a mile of steel cable sagging between them along the ocean floor, last week had a bite. The cable tightened, went taut, snapped. Whatever it had snared was ponderous. Repaired, the cable caught again and soon Diver Fred Neilson of Brooklyn clamped on his helmet, dropped overside like a sinker, 213 feet to the bottom. When he followed his stream of bubbles back up to the surface, he told his comrades that they had indeed found the Merida,...
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