“That motor done?” she demanded. “This is Rosemary Sample.”
“Just finished. But say!—”
Rosemary hung up.
Another moment and she was talking to Willie VanGeldt.
“Willie,” she said, “this is Rosemary Sample. Be down at the flying field in a quarter hour. I’m going to take a ride in your plane.”
“A ride? That’s great! Say—”
Once more Rosemary hung up.
When Willie appeared, prompt to the moment, he found his plane oiled, fueled and ready for flight.
“What’s happened?” he demanded. “You said you’d never fly in my plane. You—”
“Hop in,” Rosemary commanded. “I’ve had duplicated head-sets put in. We can talk on the way. We’ll be flying the best part of the night.”