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NEXT day was fine and warm. 'We can go across to the island this morning,' said Aunt Fanny. 'We'll take our own food, because I'm sure Uncle Quentin will have forgotten we're coming.' 'Has he a boat there:' asked George. 'Mother hasn't taken my boat, has he?' 'No, dear,' said - her mother. 'He's got another boat. I was afraid he would never be able to get it in and out of all those dangerous rocks round the island, but he got one of the fishermen to take him, and had his own boat towed behind, with all its stuff in/' 'Who built the tower?' asked Julian. 'Oh, he made out the plans himself, and some men were sent down from the Ministry of Research to put the tower up for him,' said Aunt Fanny 'It was all rather hush-hush really. The people here were most curious about it, but they don't know any more than I do! No -local man helped in the building, but one or two fishermen were hired to take the material to the island, and to land the men and soon.' 'It's all very mysterious,' said Julian. 'Uncle Quentin -leads-rather an exciting life, really, doesn't he? I wouldn't mind being a scientist myself. I want to be something really worthwhile when I grow up I'm not just
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