"You do the guessing; I'm stumped," Dawson said, glancing up quickly as Agents Carter and Hickson came over.
There was a telegram in Agent Carter's hand. Agent Hickson looked as though he had just lost his last friend.
"So we all take an airplane ride instead, eh?" Agent Carter said, and nodded at the wire in Dawson's hand.
"You too?" Dave questioned.
"Right," Agent Carter replied. "There are four reservations waiting for us at La Guardia."
"Wouldn't you know!" Agent Hickson groaned and shook his head sadly. "Wouldn't you know I was nuts to think I could mix pleasure with business!"