In a few words Linda explained the situation.
“And the worst of it is, that girl evidently didn’t have any difficulty at all about doing it. Just walked into the airport at night and demanded the plane. They handed it over to her without so much as a question.”
For once in her life, Dot remained speechless. There was not a single word of comfort she could think of to offer to her companion.
“She’s had almost a whole day’s start,” Linda added dismally. “Here it is three o’clock, and she must have pulled out at dark last night. She’s probably out of the United States by this time. And nobody even on her trail yet!”
“Our police always catch the wrong person, anyway,” remarked Dot, grimly.
“Don’t be too hard on them, Dot. They’re not all like that dreadful specimen that came for me this morning. And in a case like this, they would probably put the air-force on duty. Men of a much higher type.”
“Like Mr. Chase, for instance.”
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do, Linda?”
“Call the police headquarters first. Tell them to get in touch with all the airports possible, so that any autogiros can be reported. But I’d like to go after that girl myself, too!”