"A messy job of some kind," the English youth opined. "They seem to save that sort of thing especially for us."
"Check and double check!" Dawson murmured. "You've got something there, pal. And how!"
And with that both boys lapsed into silence, and stared thoughtful and scowlingly up at the hotel room ceiling.
CHAPTER TWO
Room 1200
Any period of time will pass if you'll just wait long enough, and so eventually it was eight o'clock in the morning, and the two air aces had paused before Room Twelve Hundred at the Air Ministry. They had paused by unspoken mutual consent. And now as their eyes met they both grinned, and lifted their right hands with the middle fingers crossed over the indexes.
"Here's for luck, or something," Dave Dawson murmured with a wink.
"Quite," Freddy Farmer echoed. "At least, I hope it won't be bad luck."
For a couple of seconds more the two youths hesitated, and then Dave Dawson took a deep breath, turned the door knob, and pushed the door open. He entered the small outer office with Freddy Farmer right at his heels. A Flight Lieutenant seated at the small desk took one swift look at their American Air Force uniforms and recognized them at once.