“She seems to be enjoying the trip now,” replied Jane, “but she wants a stewardess to continue with her.”
Just then Mrs. Van Verity Vanness took matters into her own hands.
“I presume you are a company official,” she said, addressing the director. He nodded.
“Please inform your general manager that I insist upon this young woman accompanying me to New York. She has done everything possible to make me comfortable and without her assistance I would have been unable to continue from Cheyenne.”
“But Miss Cameron’s division ends here,” protested the personnel chief. “We’ll have to put another stewardess aboard here.”
“I don’t care a snap about divisions,” said the woman of millions. “I want this stewardess. Remember, there are other lines east of Chicago.”
The personnel director promised to do what he could and hastened away. He was back in less than five minutes.
“It’s a little irregular,” he said, “but Miss Cameron can go through to New York with with you.”
Fresh supplies were brought out and placed in the pantry, Jane checking each item, for they would have lunch at noon aboard the plane and possibly a light supper just before they reached New York.
A new crew of flyers took charge and exactly fifteen minutes after landing, the special roared away, with an entire nation watching its progress, for newspaper presses were spewing out extras by the thousands, telling the story of the attempt to abduct Jane’s passenger.