He looked terribly discouraged.
The Chief of Police rose.
“We must go back now and get to work. Have you any idea, Von Goss, where this couple went, or what kind of plane they flew in?”
“I heard Sprague say something about South America for a honeymoon,” the man replied. “He told us to keep his mail for him, till he came back, as he wouldn’t have any definite address. But I haven’t any idea whether they expected to fly, or what kind of plane they used if they did.”
“The girl didn’t buy your plane—or steal it?” asked Linda.
“No. It’s still out there. We needed it today for some stills.”
“What kind of plane did she own when she came to the studio?”
“She didn’t own any. She told me that she had left her autogiro at Spring City, and had flown west with a friend.”
“And you believed every word of it!” was Dot’s taunt. “And never even asked to see her license, until we showed up and made it necessary.”
“It’s all true,” agreed the director. “I’ve been a fool.”