He smiled and nodded and Margaret decided she had never seen a more likable young man. His hair was brown and curly and his face was bronzed by the sun of many continents.
“If you’ve got your boat around here, suppose you give me a lift back to Sandy Point,” suggested Rand.
“We’ll be glad to,” Helen replied. “I don’t suppose you’ll want it broadcast about the accident this morning on the lake and your cracking up in a fence over here?”
“What are you driving at? Trying to hi-jack me into paying you to keep quiet?” The last words were short and angry and his eyes hardened.
“Nothing like that,” explained Tom quickly. “We know that broadcasting news of an accident to ‘Speed’ Rand will hurt Old Man Provost and his celebration.”
“Then what do you want?” Rand insisted.
“We want to know whether there is anything to the rumor that you’re considering a non-stop refueling flight around the world,” said Helen.
Rand stopped and stared at the young editor of the Herald in open amazement.
“Great heavens,” he exclaimed. “You sound like a newspaper reporter.”
“I am,” replied Helen. “I’m the editor of the Rolfe Herald and also correspondent for the Associated Press.”