Vicki seized the moment of privacy.
“Miss Rowe—Lucy—”
“Yes, please call me Lucy.”
“Lucy, do you know of a Mr. Dorn? Thurman Dorn?”
“Why, no, I’ve never heard of him. Should I? Perhaps Mrs. Heath would know him.”
“Please don’t mention his name to Mrs. Heath,” Vicki said. “Please! I’ve brought you an extremely important message, but Mrs. Heath mustn’t know. That’s why I landed the plane here—”
“You what—?” The girl was startled.
“Girls!” Mrs. Heath called. “What’s taking you so long up there?”
“We’ll be down in a minute,” Lucy called back, and looked searchingly at Vicki. “What message? From whom?”
Vicki hesitated. She did not want to upset Lucy visibly in front of Mrs. Heath.