“Lose nothing,” went on Bob. “We won’t lose a second. We can come from Newark to the Sound in eight or nine minutes. We’ll be all set and ready to start at two o’clock. When the matrix bundle is hustled into the automobile, the Herald will notify us—”
“Wireless!” suggested Ned.
“Sure,” exclaimed Bob. “Ten minutes after the auto leaves Herald Square, they’ll give us the signal by wireless. Then we’re off. Eight minutes later, we ought to grab the bag off the tug and drop our ‘good-bye.’”
“How about London?” asked Alan.
“I pass that up,” replied Bob. “What I don’t know about London is a whole lot. That’s up to some wiser head than mine.”
“That suggests something,” said Ned after a period of thinking. “We’ve generally planned to make Roy Osborne our companion and fourth operator.”
“He’s the best young man at the works,” Alan condescended to admit.
“But,” went on Ned shaking his head, “I can now see that our other man ought to be an Englishman or at least some one who knows London inside and out. Remember, we never planned flying into London. Now, we’ve got to do that and go as far as we can toward the center of the city. Maps and charts won’t help much if we are going high or at anything like full speed.”
“We’ve got six days to find an Englishman,” argued Alan.
“And even if we have one who puts us just where we ought to go it’s a cinch we’ll be pinched,” suggested Bob. “I reckon they’d do just that thing here in New York if we tried to use Central Park as an aviation field.”