When the flying reporters returned to the airport, a thin, bespectacled young man who carried a black brief case under one arm was waiting for them.
“I’m Charlie Collins, fingerprint man for the state police,” he told them.
The flying reporters introduced themselves and then turned to the manager of the airport, who was standing nearby.
“Plane all ready to go?” asked Tim.
“Everything O. K.,” replied Hunter, “And the sky’s clear all the way. There’s a tail wind that will help all the way.”
“Faster the better,” grinned Tim.
“How fast will you travel?” asked the fingerprint expert nervously.
“Oh, about two hundred,” replied Tim.
“Two hundred miles an hour!”
“Sure,” said Tim. “We can even do a little better than that if you’re in such a hurry to get down there.”