"But they're over now," returned Linda. "And the only sad part of it all is that I have no plane."
"Which is all for the best," was Miss Carlton's comment.
"I wish that I could buy you another," lamented her father.
It was then that Linda told her story, giving her reasons for the trip, and the events that led up to her suspicions about Bess Hulbert. Only one part she omitted—and that was her own desire to buy a Bellanca and fly the Atlantic. It would be a very poor time to tell her aunt of any such a wish.
Mr. Carlton listened in amazement; he was sure his daughter was correct in all her surmises.
"We can easily put an end to Miss Hulbert's smuggling now," he said. "With the help of the United States officers.... Why, Linda, you have saved my business!"
"I hope we have, Daddy. But don't forget the credit goes to Louise too. I never could have done anything without her to help me."
"That's all perfectly lovely," put in Miss Carlton. "But the person I'm most grateful to is Ted Mackay. No knowing what might have happened if he hadn't rescued you when he did. And think of the hours of torturing suspense he saved us all here at home!"
"Yes, that's right," agreed her brother, who now thoroughly approved of the young man. "I'd like to thank him myself. Where is he, Linda?"
"He went home with Lou. She invited him before I even thought of it. But she asked us all to come over to their house to dinner. How about it, Aunt Emily?"