Patrolman Ryan drives Graham, Peterson, and Kibbee out to the river bed. They all get out and start searching for possible clues.
GRAHAM: Which way's the hospital from here, Ryan?
RYAN: Right over there (pointing to the hospital a short distance away)
GRAHAM: Hey Ben, come here.
PETERSON: Pretty good model. The kids might have had one.
GRAHAM (to Ryan): Yea. Listen, get on the radio right away, have somebody contact Mrs. Lodge. Find out if the kids ever owned a plane like that. . .Wait for a report.
RYAN: Right.
PETERSON: Here's tire marks. They're pretty new tires. Lodge had new tires on his car, didn't he?
GRAHAM: Yea.
KIBBEE: Hey Bob, Ben!. (signals them to come over)
The look down and see the familiar ant prints.
PETERSON: It's them allright.
They walk into the river bed side opening.
PETERSON: I get no smell of Formic acid, do you?
GRAHAM: No, but just the same, it could all fall right into place. . . Lodge and the kids down here flying their model plane. Suddenly one or more of the ants attack. Lodge fights, try to protect his kids. Somehow he manages to break away, gets into his car and drives off. . . Yea, but what about the kids, then?
PETERSON: Maybe they ran away.
GRAHAM: No, we would have picked them up by now, if they had. . . Unless they ran in here.
RYAN: Mr. Graham, that model plane belonged to the Lodge kids allright. And she just remembered, the husband used to bring the boys down here to fly it. It's got to be the same plane. Same color and everything, and there's no model plane at home.
PETERSON (indicating the river bed outlets): Where do these things go? I mean how far do they go.
RYAN: Don't know for sure. All I know is there something more than seven hundred miles of them under the city.
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