The Committeeman got red-faced and mad and still more dignified. They waved a hand for silence and bellowed to the reporters, after a hot and fast conference among themselves:
“The Alton is not the winner of this race. The Alton is not the winner! It is disqualified because of irregularities. The official winner of the race is the Stormbird, with Walker pilotin’!”
“Just a minute!” Jane spoke up, pert and clear. “Where are the irregularities? The Alton has come through clean, without any. The pilot of this ship is supposed to be Knight, and it wins the race because my name is Knight!”
That’s a poser.
“I intended to fly this ship all along!” Jane declared. “And I win the race—”
“Your name is Knight?” the Committeemen demanded in one big voice.
“Yes, indeed,” said Jane. “Mrs. Ned Knight. It has been that since last evenin’. So there!”
Whenever I see Jane comin’ onto the testin’ field of the big, boomin’, prosperous Alton factory, to take a little sky-spin with her husband, I size her up and sigh and tell myself all over again that that girl sure looks right in a flyin’ suit!
THE END