“What would she do to get away, if she hadn’t a plane?” demanded Dot.
“Hide somewhere, or take a boat for South America perhaps. Now that she and her husband are out of the United States, it would be easy enough for them to book passage on a small steamer—without being noticed.”
“Is your autogiro in good condition?” inquired Chase. “I mean—I didn’t damage it yesterday, did I?”
“No. You know you never touched me. But I’ll look her over before we start. And put in that tank of extra gas I was carrying in the passenger’s cockpit.”
“Perhaps I could help you?” suggested the young man. “I don’t know much about the inside workings of a plane, but maybe two heads are better than one.”
Dot let out a peal of laughter.
“Linda is a graduate airplane mechanic,” she said. “She is the only woman in the country with a mechanic’s license!”
Chase stared in open-mouthed amazement.
“Whew!” he exclaimed. “I do take off my hat to you, Miss Linda Carlton!”
“You’d better!” laughed Dot.