“Got back a couple of days ago,” returned Bill casually. “Need any help?”
“Thanks, no. Loose nut, that’s all.” He patted his monkey wrench with a grimy hand. “This fixed her. Doing much flying, Miss Dorothy?”
“Yes, I go up quite often. Bill taught me, you know.”
“Yes, I remember. I’d like to take lessons, myself. How about giving me instruction—that is, if you’re not too expensive?”
“I’m really not in the business,” parried Bill. “You’d do much better at one of the schools. Glad to give you a hop, though, if you’d like to go up?”
“Thanks so much. I’ll be glad to take advantage of your offer. What about this afternoon? It’s a perfectly lovely day.”
“Sorry, but today I’m overhauling my planes. Been away some time, you see. I’ll probably take them up on tests about four. But of course I don’t want the responsibility of a passenger until I know they are running O.K.”
Mr. Tracey nodded and got into his car.
“I understand perfectly. Thanks for the invitation, though. I’ll give you a ring later in the week and allow myself the pleasure of going up with you. Goodbye. Goodbye, Miss Dorothy.”
With a wave of his hand the car moved off and Dorothy turned to Bill.