"And privately," admitted Davis, "so would I. The next war we have I'm going to arrange for you to be my machine gunner."
"Delighted," said Gerrod. "But what would Evelyn say?"
He was referring to his wife. Davis waved his hand.
"Oh, she'd say there aren't going to be any more wars."
"That reminds me," said Gerrod. "We want you down for the next weekend. No other guests."
Davis nodded abstractedly. A messenger was coming over to the hangar at double time.
"Thanks. I'll be glad to come. Wonder what this chap wants?"
The messenger came up, saluted, and handed Davis a yellow slip. Davis tore it open and read:
Steam yacht Marisposita, Alexander Morrison of New York, owner, reports position 33°11'N 55°10'W, wants immediate assistance. Engines and hull perfect condition, not aground, no derelict or obstacle discoverable. Unable to move any direction. Sea calm. Only possible explanation has been seized by sea monster. Flt. Comm. Richard Davis ordered to make reconnaissance of situation in seaplane. Reported condition considered incredible, but no naval vessels in immediate vicinity. Flt. Comm. Richard Davis will make immediate investigation and report.
Davis whistled.