"Flying right to Fifth Avenue, this afternoon, if you'll accompany me. Got a bit of engine trouble to make right, it'll take a couple of hours to fix, then I'm ready. How soon can you start?"
"I could make it any time after one if things go well here."
"Make it snappy and we'll paint New York red to-night."
"I'd prefer white, if you don't mind, Bert."
"O. K. with me Nellie, just so's you go along. Meet me at the field at two o'clock."
Whitney hung up with an awed look in his face.
"It seems to be in the plan," he said to himself reverently, and began to work at several matters of business that he knew must be set right before he could honorably leave his own city.
It seemed beautiful to him the way everything worked out, no hindrances, not a single hitch in the things that must be finished before he left. Every man he called on the telephone was in, every report of sales was such that he could give the important directions concerning them before he went away.
"It's just as if somebody else was working with me to smooth the way," he thought.
The hours of the morning sped. Matilda Herrick had the letters ready for signing in plenty of time. Everything went smoothly.