“I certainly will,” Vicki replied. “From your description of it, I couldn’t miss it for the world.”
As they were driving home through streets crowded with merrymakers, Vicki asked:
“Have there been any developments in the gold coin mystery, Mr. Curtin?”
Louise’s father shook his head.
“The FBI hasn’t a single clue to go on. It is as though some ancient alchemist reversed himself and muttered a few magic words that changed a chest of gold into a chest of nuts and bolts.”
Vicki remembered that Pete Carmody had said exactly the same thing the other night in New York.
CHAPTER IX
Skull and Crossbones
HEAVY STORMS, CARRYING SNOW, HAIL, FOG, AND winds of gale proportions had swirled down out of the northwest and enveloped the entire Atlantic seaboard from the Carolinas northward in the worst weather of the year. All flights out of New York had been canceled for twenty-four hours, and so now it was Thursday afternoon, instead of Wednesday, when Captain March touched down the tricycle landing gear of his big DC-6-B on the concrete strip at Tampa airport.