Biff described the activity they had discovered behind the wire fence. He told his uncle of the immensity of the project, of the furious pace at which the men worked, of the bulldozers, the cranes, the steam shovels.
“And there’s an air strip already completed. It was loaded with planes. You have an idea what it might be?”
Charles Keene thought a few moments before replying. “Only a slight idea from what you’ve told me, Biff. I’d have to see the place.”
“Maybe you can take a look on our way back.”
“If we ever get out of here,” his uncle said soberly.
“We’ll get out,” Biff said spiritedly.
“Hope you’re right, Biff. You know, putting two and two together, the build-up of the Army in this area, and what you’ve described, it could be that Ping Lu thinks my real reason for coming in was to get information on the huge construction job.”
“That’s what I thought, Uncle Charlie.”
There was a noise at the door. All four raised expectant, hopeful eyes. Their expression of hope changed to one of despair.
The same servant who had brought the meal came into the room to remove the tray piled with dishes.