“Not yet.”
“Then let’s go inside. I’m meeting a man, but he’s not due to show up for fifteen minutes.”
Flash felt flattered that Bailey Brooks had remembered him. He was even more pleased when the parachute jumper praised him for the pictures he had taken at Brandale.
“All the publicity helped,” Brooks declared warmly. “Since the parachute test proved successful, several concerns have been after me. I’ve not had a definite offer yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”
The two young men entered the restaurant and selected a table not far from the door. Flash hesitated, and then said:
“Too bad about Povy.”
“Yeah.” The smile faded from Brooks’ face. “He was interested in my invention. Offered me a good price for it, too. But probably it’s just as well the deal didn’t go through.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You know who Povy was, don’t you?”
“I’ve heard rumors.”