“You’ve guessed it.”
“There’s no plane due at this hour.”
“Oh, we have a special coming in at 10:15,” Flash revealed carelessly.
A shrewd, calculating look came into the Globe man’s gray eyes.
“Must be something pretty good to merit a special plane. Not by any chance exclusives on the Pennsylvania crash?”
“Maybe.” Flash started to move on.
“Wait a minute,” said Luke. “If you’re going into the station, Mr. Clausson wants to see you.”
“Who is he?”
“President of the Triway Aviation Company. He was asking me a minute ago if I had seen you lately. It may be something fairly important. Better catch him before he leaves.”
“I never met Mr. Clausson in my life,” declared Flash. “Why would he be asking for me?”