“Dick Kent,” answered the other.
Corporal Rand was smiling broadly now.
“He must have sprouted a pair of wings, sir.”
“That’s it exactly. They’re coming by airplane.”
Rand recalled his astonishment at this unexpected bit of information. Amazement widened his eyes. He turned swiftly.
“Airplanes!”
“Yes. I don’t understand it myself. If they make it, it will be the first time in history. The petrol supply will be their chief trouble.”
“Great experience for Dick and Sandy,” mused the corporal.
“I wasn’t thinking about them. I was thinking about the hundreds of poor devils up north, whose lives will be spared if that flight should prove successful.”
“Certainly, sir, that’s true. A sort of race against death, isn’t it? By the way, inspector, how is the smallpox situation now?”