When we got home, neither Mom nor Dad were there. As a result, Uncle Josh wasted no time in packing his bags—or ‘bag,’ as it was, because Uncle Josh always traveled light—and tossing them into the trunk of his convertible along with the suitcase containing the Atlas Glove. I helped him a little, but because Uncle Josh had so few traveling possessions, I didn’t need to do much.
Before Uncle Josh left, however, he did give me a cover story that I could give Mom and Dad about where he went. He did not want Mom or Dad to know that he was an agent of Pinnacle for security reasons, so we came up with the idea that an old friend of his just died in Britain and that he was going to be at the funeral that was being held on short notice. It was hardly the most elegant or foolproof excuse, but Uncle
