Under the shroud of fog the four men paddled quietly towards shore. The submarine which had brought them turned its nose again to the open sea, vanished into the Atlantic.
The beach where the four men landed was a stretch of sand half-hidden by high grass and the low rolling dunes of Long Island's south shore, near Amagansett. They worked fast, dug a hole, gingerly buried a number of wooden boxes unloaded from their boat, finally buried the collapsible rubber boat itself, covered everything with sand. Then they headed swiftly for New York....
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