“Sparky!” she exclaimed, “You look terrible! There’s blood on your face, blood, soot and grease. What happened?”
“You were right.” He leaned heavily on the back of the seat. “There was a man back there, a little rat of a Jap.”
“I knew it. I saw him back there at that oasis,” she exclaimed. “There may be a tall woman in black in that other wing.”
“Now you are crazy!” he exclaimed.
“Let me tell you.” She told of the tall woman in black and the Arab woman that looked like her.
“Were those two the same person?” she asked.
“We’ll ask the Jap.” He managed a smile.
“Then you didn’t—” She hesitated.
“No, I didn’t kill him,” he answered, “but I should have. I had a coil of insulated wire in my kit. I bound him hand and foot with that and left him back there. I hope he likes it.”
“He won’t get loose?”