“I wouldn’t know. Those gals really get about. All I want to say is that, wherever Mary Mason is tonight, our hats are off to her. Every man who flew on that mission would be glad to shake her hand.”
“And so ladies and gentlemen—” The broadcast ended.
“Oh!” Mary breathed, sinking deep into her big chair. “What did you say, Sparky—the pay-off?”
As Mary started for her room a short while later a reporter stepped up to her.
“Might you be Mary Mason?” he asked in a low voice.
“I might and I might not. You should know that we are not permitted to divulge secrets to strangers, particularly when we are on duty.” Once more Mary was on her way.
When they landed in San Francisco one morning at nine, Mary carried a mysterious package under her arm.
“Sparky,” she said, “I’ve carried this roll of papyrus half way round the world. The first thing I want to do in America is to get rid of it.”
“Okay, I’m with you,” was his quick response, “We’ll sit on a stool long enough for coffee, toast, and bacon, then we’ll be on our way.”