“I guess you got that,” he smiled. “Dad will phone the police and Washington. Then he’s driving over here with Frank. And he will also let Mr. Walters and your father know, Dorothy.”
“Fine—I’m glad he thought of that!” Dorothy laughed in excited approval.
“Didn’t take you long to search the place,” said Terry.
“No—only a few rooms on this floor are being used. The staircase is thick with dust. Nobody up there—no footprints.”
“Well, what’s to do now?”
“We’ll wait for Dad, of course,” said Bill, “and then Dorothy and I can fly our respective planes home. How about it, pal? Feel able to do that?”
Dorothy lifted her eyebrows in derision. “Well, I should hope so! I suppose I do look pretty frazzled—but you don’t seem in the best condition yourself. However—I’ve another plan.”
“What’s that?”
Terry had taken over the phone and was talking in low tones to his mother.
“Do you remember I told you I had a hunch, Bill?”