Maybe she was letting her imagination run away with her. But one thing she was sure of. It was time to have another talk with Mr. Quayle of the FBI!
She leaned forward in her seat.
“Driver,” she said, “I’ve changed my mind. Take me to the airport.”
CHAPTER VIII
Mr. Quayle Again
“COME IN, MISS BARR.”
The FBI man greeted Vicki with a tired smile and offered her a chair. He looked as though he hadn’t had too many hours of restful sleep during the past few nights.
“I had a talk with your young friend, Watson, yesterday. I suppose that’s why you’re here.”
Vicki nodded.