“That would be difficult,” mused Cardona.
“I can do it,” said Wade eagerly. “I can do it. Perfectly. But you’ve got to be with me — because I’m coming back later.”
“How can you work it?” asked Cardona.
“Listen,” said Wade. “I’ve got a great plane — a Lockwood Aryan— that travels two hundred and fifty miles an hour. Suppose I set out for Florida with my pilot. Followed the shore line — and disappeared—”
“I get you,” said Cardona, “but where—”
“Where would I land?” Wade laughed. “I’ve got a thousand-acre place in North Carolina. A landing field there that the natives don’t even know about. My pilot I can trust. We’ll put in there; and I’ll lay low until something breaks that will give you a line on Double Z.”
“It ought to work,” declared Cardona. “It ought to work. Your affairs here, though—”
“That’s easy!” exclaimed Wade. “I’m always set to travel somewhere. I leave for Florida unexpectedly. No one knows about it until after I’m gone. I may be off on a long trip. My plane is presumably lost at sea. What happens here?”
“They settle your estate,” said Cardona shortly.
“Not right away,” replied Wade. “They haven’t found the body. There’s no proof that I’m dead. They’ve got to wait.