Sunday, July 16, 1939. In the same summer that Europe is definitely going to burn down, a blue Dodge coupe has been wandering for two hours now in a peaceful resort town on the east coast of the United States, between Little and Great Peconic Bay. The car left New York early in the morning. The two on board are now discouraged, they cannot find the house they are looking for. I'm now on the verge of giving up and going back. The driver sees a child along the road and tries to ask him: does he know where the famous professor spends his holidays? Luckily the boy knows this, and takes them to a cottage at the end of Old Cove Road, in Cutchogue, owned by a certain Dr Moore.
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