“Make it seven o’clock,” said Storm.
“Sally and I will be there.” And they were.
When Sally had enjoyed one more delightful dinner in the Storm home she was led away once more to Silent Storm’s secret den. There, over black coffee, the three of them talked over the future.
“I have asked you to take a part in this,” Captain MacQueen said to Storm, “because you are an old friend of C. K. Kennedy and will, perhaps, know the best manner in which to approach him. This matter of the secret radio is one of great importance. And we cannot forget that he alone holds the secret of its extraordinary performance.”
“You overestimate my influence,” was Storm’s reply. “Wouldn’t Sally do quite as well?”
“Perhaps,” the Captain admitted, “but in battles of major importance I bring up all my forces. What I want to propose is that Sally, you, and I take a plane to Washington—our ship is to be tied up long enough for this—that we pick up a rather important Government man there, and that we then go on to Sally’s home town to interview Kennedy. What do you think of that, Sally?”
“Sounds all right to me,” said Sally. “I agree with you that Major Storm will be a great help.”
“How about it, Storm?” said the Captain. “Can you arrange for the time off?”
“Oh, beyond a doubt it can be arranged,” said Storm.
“Then we are all set.” Captain MacQueen heaved a sigh of relief.