“Yes,” replied Linda, her fingers already on the telephone, giving the number to the operator.
“This is Linda Carlton,” she announced. “Has the ‘Mona’ docked yet?”
“No, ma’am. But she’s due any minute now, and the Chief gave me orders to call you. We’ve got a warrant ready for Mrs. Leslie Sprague—is that right?”
“That’s it!” replied Linda, grinning with satisfaction. “And we’ll be right over—so hold all the passengers until we get a look at them.”
“O.K., Miss Carlton. See you later!”
Linda replaced the receiver, and turned to the maid, who was still awaiting her orders.
“Do you think we could have our breakfast right away—and then have a car take us to the flying field?” she asked. “Please ask your mistress—and tell her that it’s terribly important.”
“Aren’t you even going to read those telegrams?” inquired Dot, a trifle disappointed. After all, it was her first big air triumph, and she wanted to enjoy the victory to its utmost. But, instead, Linda must be rushing off immediately.
“When we come back!” returned the latter, as she put on the pretty white linen suit with which her hostess had provided her.
Dot sighed, and proceeded to dress. There was no stopping Linda, once she had made up her mind to do something.