“Then I’ll forgive them,” she replied instantly. At that moment she was once again seeing shadowy forms and a heavy plane moving down a dark highway, and hearing the crippled Hop Sing tell the story of his brave people.
“But how—”
“How are we going to America? Is that it?”
“Yes, and where is our roll of papyrus?”
“The papyrus is still in the secret compartment on our plane. We’ll go and get it right now. You’ll carry it in your traveling bag.”
“Just for luck.”
“Luck and perhaps a little further adventure.
“As to our mode of travel to San Francisco,” he added, “I’m told that we are to travel just as we have done in America after we have delivered a job.”
“By transport plane?”
“That’s it.”