"That's just commuting, in my ship," he said. "We hit two hundred miles an hour all the way. The trip only takes an hour and a half."
"You must have a great pilot," said Stuart.
"I have," declared Mayo. "George Fleming is one of the best men in the business. He's been with me four years.
"I'm going down to New York come morning. I'll take you along. We'll come back in the evening."
"How do you find this place at night?" asked Stuart.
"Easily. The course is well marked. I have a big searchlight on the lodge, and Louie always has it set to show the landing field. There's plenty of space here. Better than the Brookdale landing field, a couple of miles from here."
The mention of the Brookdale field brought another recollection to Stuart. He remembered the distant hum of a motor that he had heard two nights ago.
"I'll make a suggestion, Bruxton," declared Mayo, "why don't you come up here and stay a few days. I invited you the last time you were here."
"Yes," interposed Hawthorne, "why don't you, Bruxton?"
"I'd be glad to," said Stuart.