The FBI man came up to her, smiling.
“I might have known it was you in that plane. Thanks to your keen instincts, we’ve caught all the other people in this gold coin case, so it just naturally figures that you’d trap Lasher. If I’m not careful, J. Edgar Hoover will fire me and give you my job.”
Vicki was looking sorrowfully at the wreckage of Roy Olsen’s beautiful plane. John Quayle read the thoughts that were so clearly showing in her face.
“Don’t fret about that plane, Vicki,” he said. “I imagine the insurance company will be glad to take care of the damage.”
Roy Olsen joined them just in time to hear Mr. Quayle’s final words. He was still pale and shaken, but he was able to manage a smile.
“Vicki,” he said, “my hat’s off to you. I was never so glad to make a crash landing in all my life.”
CHAPTER XV
The Mystery Solved
IT WAS A PLEASANT SUNDAY AFTERNOON, TWO DAYS after Vicki’s hair-raising experience with Steve Miller’s airplane. Vicki, Mr. Curtin, Nina, Louise, John Quayle, and Joey Watson were sitting on the Curtins’ broad patio sipping cool fruit drinks and relaxing. A gentle breeze blew through the flowers and trees that surrounded the big brick house, and Vicki could feel its gentle fingers patting her on the cheek.