“Where was he?” asked Frank, who never failed to come across with the right question.
“Living skeleton in a side show,” groaned Ernest.
“Awful!” said Frank, and the boys roared.
“What do you do with yourself now there are no more dynamiters to lay low?” asked Ernest.
“I wish there were,” said Eddie Rowland. “Those were the good old days! I’d like ’em back. There is one thing certain. The wireless was a wonder and we did some pretty smooth spy work, but the best detective work of all was done high in the air. That’s always an aviator’s luck.”
THE END.