There came a slight exclamation, then—
“Who is it speaking, please?”
“Rodman Warrington, of New York, sir.”
“Ah! just so, Mr. Warrington; I’ve been rather expecting to hear from you at any time. Glad you arrived safely; was that your ship I chanced to notice hovering over the airport about eleven?”
“That was the time we arrived, sir; to meet a warm welcome from your gentlemanly superintendent of the port. He saw to it that our craft was speedily placed in a hangar, where it can remain as long as we happen to be hunting along the coast. I presume, sir, the new amphibian is here, and waiting for me?”
“I’m delighted to assure you on that matter—it was brought here six days ago, and you will find it all safe and sound at the same airport where you landed.”
“What arrangements have you made for my meeting you, er—Cousin Casper?” continued Jack.
Again he heard what he took to be a chuckle come over the wire, which assured him this Mr. Herriott at least was a man who appreciated humor, and seemed to be getting considerable enjoyment out of the happening, even though it was meant to all be along the line of strict business.
“You have my house address, I presume, cousin?” he thereupon asked.
“Certainly I have; it was you yourself sent it to me, sir, you remember.” Jack went on to say.