“Did they carrying anything?” Johnny asked.
“Nothing that I saw.”
“No gun or anything like that?”
“Of course not. What do you think? Think we operate a bombing plane or something?”
“No, not quite that.” Johnny lapsed into silence.
“Queer business!” The aviator stared at him hard. “What do you know about it?”
“Nothing much I guess.” Johnny’s tone did not change. “Only thought I might.”
“But look!” the aviator exclaimed. “If you think that’s queer, listen to this one. A short while back I took a long trip, thousand miles or more. Flew it at night. Passenger told me where to go and where to land.
“Place we landed was all light when we were coming down. It went dark the minute we landed.
“Two men in uniform came rushing up. One said, ‘Say! Where do you think you are?’