“One thousand dollars reward offered by the air transport company for return of the missing package.”
“Kind of them to make the offer,” he thought. “But that’s one reward that will go unearned.” Little he knew!
The picture that interested him most was one running entirely across the top of the second page. In this were shown the smiling, happy faces of scores of crippled children.
“Their concert saved,” was the caption.
“That,” he said with conviction, “is even worth going to jail for.”
Of a sudden he recalled his engagement with Grace Palmer to visit that island. He looked at his watch.
“Time to dress and have a bite to eat,” he told himself, as he began hurrying into his clothes.
As he stepped out of the airport on his way to the lunch room across the street, he all but collided with an old time pal.
“Johnny Thompson, as I live!” he exclaimed.
“Curlie Carson!” Johnny gripped his hand.