“Did you see our flight leader?” she asked.
“Yes, indeed. They took on gas here. He was very much concerned about your plane, and—” his voice dropped, “about your cargo. Made me promise you fighter protection across the Arabian Desert.”
“Fighter protection. Hmm—we could have used some today.”
“You’ll have the very best tomorrow. Captain Ramsey is going as fighter flight commander. He’ll have three men with him.”
“Oh! That will be wonderful,” she enthused. “Even if we don’t run into trouble.”
“Well, here we are. This is where I live.” He brought the car to a stop before a beautiful little chateau.
“Some class!” she exclaimed. “How about my staying on as your cook?”
“The cooking is taken care of. I’ll give you a job as hostess after your journey’s end.”
“Nope. Not interested. I’m in for the duration.”
“Good girl.” He took her bag. “We’ll find you a cool, dark room to sleep in and call you in time for dinner. How’s that?”