He dared not hesitate.
"Yes, yes of course." The voice he answered was a woman's.
"Will you wish the 'copter as usual, sir?"
"Why—yes of course, as usual. Thank you...." He hung up quickly. Dot was looking at him with the question held at her lips.
"I'm expected at some sort of high-powered pow-wow in—" he glanced at a delicate clock inset in the chair's opposite arm, "—less than a half-hour. They're sending a 'copter for me. God knows what will happen if I don't show up."
And, he observed to himself, only God knew what would happen when he did.
CHAPTER V
When the 'copter swished to a feather-like landing on the wide expanse of the front lawn, Doug was ready. He had dressed himself in one of the dozen uniforms he had found arrayed in neat order in a full-length bedroom closet. He fastened the cape at his throat, wished suddenly that there was some way he could take Dot with him.
Suddenly she was in his arms, and Doug could feel her tremble.