"Whew!" exclaimed Sergeant Worth, the perspiration running down his face.
"The Van Tyn diamonds!" declared one of the detectives. "And these pearls solve the mystery of that robbery at the Kenworthy estate!"
"Yeah. And that big jewelry store in Atlanta!" added another, breathlessly. "Say, does this uncover a lot of money? I'll tell the world!"
"It'll mean a nice little reward for Miss Carlton," remarked Sergeant Worth, with a smile.
Linda shook her head.
"No, I don't want it," she said. "If there is any reward, it can be divided among you men. You faced the guns!"
"But Miss Carlton——"
Linda held up her hand. "I mean it," she said. "If you can't use it yourselves, perhaps your wives—or your children can."
"It would mean heaven to me," murmured one of the detectives—a quiet man, who had scarcely spoken during the entire flight. "My child needs an operation——"
"Then it's settled," concluded Linda. Suddenly she glanced timidly at Sergeant Worth, almost as if she were about to ask a favor. "Could we eat, Sergeant?" she asked. "I'm so hungry."