“Yes, all.” It was Hugo who answered. “Pictures, diagrams, plans, everything. They are there in the black bag.”
“If only I had that bag!” thought Jeanne.
But now they had reached a decision. They would come out. She must not seem to have been listening.
To her surprise, as she sprang toward her plane, she saw that it had grown quite dark. The discussion had lasted longer than she had thought.
“Here! Where are you?” Hugo called. “We have decided to ask you to fly us to Canada. We will pay you very well.”
“I—I’ll have to see if I have enough gas,” Jeanne said in as even a tone as she could command.
This was true. But that was not all. She meant, at the risk of her life if need be, to get off a message. Then it was that, after softly closing her cabin door she had sent the message that reached Rosemary Sample’s ears and sent her flying away into the night.
“But what am I to do next?” Jeanne whispered to herself, all but in despair. What indeed?
Chapter XXV
LOST IN THE AIR OF NIGHT
Petite Jeanne surely was in a tight place. Hugo and the dark lady—for it was she who had been with Hugo in the house—with what they had described as all the material needed to exploit the secret process of the Happy Vale textile mill, were awaiting her. To carry them across the border would be a simple matter. She was close to a “radio-fenced” air-lane. To follow this, even in the night, was a simple matter.