“Right, Tim,” said the managing editor. “Have you any suggestions? Pick your man carefully,” he added, “for we have a heavy investment in that plane.”
“I believe Ralph Parsons could be trained to fly,” suggested Tim.
“But isn’t Ralph a little too slow for this game in the air?”
“Ralph may be a little slow in learning,” admitted Tim, “but he’s steady and that counts a lot in flying. On top of that, Ralph is a brilliant and clever writer. I’m sure he would fit into your scheme of things nicely.”
“All right, Tim,” agreed Carson, “if you think Ralph can handle the job we’ll give him a try. When he comes into the office tell him I want to see him.”
Half an hour later Ralph breezed in from his round of the hotels. Without betraying anything unusual in his voice, Tim accosted his chum.
“Ralph, Mr. Carson wants to see you right away. It’s important.”
Ralph frowned. “Wonder what’s up now,” he said, as he started for the managing editor’s desk.
Tim smiled for he knew how his chum would feel when he returned from the interview with Carson.
Five minutes later Ralph fairly ran down the room to Tim’s desk. He was bubbling with excitement.