"Where is she now?" demanded Linda, excitedly.
"In jail, of course."
"And the man they called the 'Doc'?"
"No," replied Ted. "Unfortunately he got away—fled the country. Lucky you girls got hold of the money, or the bank would never have seen it again.... And by the way, there's a big reward—ten thousand dollars, I believe."
"Ten thousand dollars!" repeated Dot, in amazement. "What do you think of that, Linda?"
"Wonderful!" cried the latter, joyously. "Five thousand apiece. Well, I'm glad you're going to get something out of this dreadful experience, Dot—that I selfishly dragged you into. And my part will go towards a new autogiro."
"A new autogiro!" exclaimed Louise, in surprise. "You don't need one, Linda. The Ladybug's safe and sound—at the Jacksonville airport."
"What? You mean that?" Linda seized the other girl's hand in almost incredulous rapture. "How did it get there?"
"The police found it that day it stormed so. And a pilot flew it back to Jacksonville."
Linda and Dot gazed at each other in full realization at last of the mysterious disappearance of the plane which they had mourned as lost forever.