“Plenty.”
“Because if you haven’t, there’s a trolley line from the two cock-pits. Just slide up the round disk and you’ll find an opening big enough to send a club sandwich through.”
“I investigated the disk some hours ago, and I judge it opens behind the passenger seat in front.”
“It does. I’ll leave the door open so you need not be afraid when it gets dark. Got your sky-light up?”
“No. I find it very comfortable with it down. So long.”
“Everything O.K.?” Bob inquired.
“Top hole. He didn’t say anything about noticing the plane. He’s been reading a mystery story your mother provided.”
“That’s just like Mom,” Bob laughed. Assured that all was well, Jim went back to his studies, and an hour later he looked up at his step-brother, whose expression was a bit tense.
“Let’s swap places, old fellow,” Jim proposed.
“Don’t care if I do.” They made the change, and as soon as they were in their places, the younger boy began to investigate the hamper. “Shall I give you a hand out?”