“Miss Vicki! Oh, Miss Vicki!”
It was Mrs. Tucker, calling from the porch steps.
“Miss Vicki, you’re wanted on the phone.”
Vicki hurried up the garden path, followed by Louise and Nina. She picked up the telephone in the hall.
“Vicki Barr speaking. ... Oh, hello, Captain March. ... But I thought we weren’t taking off until three-thirty. ... Oh? ... Yes. ... Yes, of course I can. ... Half an hour. ... Yes, sir. Good-by.”
“What’s up, Vicki?”
“I don’t know. That was Captain March, chief pilot of my plane. I have to report in half an hour to the airport manager’s office.”
Nina’s hand flew to her mouth. “Do you suppose it has anything to do with ... with the ...”
Vicki had to smile at the younger girl’s excitement.
“If you mean with the crate of gold that was stolen yesterday, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised. Now I have to change and run.”