“Something I read in a paper several months ago suggested it,” admitted Janet. “Navy planes were racing across country with a naval envoy and they got held up somewhere in Wyoming on account of bad weather. You could have your mail plane take over there after the navy ship was grounded.”
“That would give the navy a black eye.”
“Some other solution could be worked out then,” said Janet.
“You know, that’s not a bad idea. It would require some rewriting of the script, but we’ve got to have a terrific air race against time and the elements in this thing for a conclusion. I’ll talk it over with Rexler in the morning.”
Then Helen’s father changed his mind. “No, I’ll talk it over with him tonight if he’s home.”
He phoned the general manager’s home, found Rexler there, and informed him he was coming over.
“We’ll see what he thinks of your suggestion,” he flung at Janet as he hurried out the door.
“Shall we wait up and learn the outcome of the conference?” asked Helen. “Just think if they should decide to work out a climax along the line you suggested.”
“I’m all for waiting up, but I’m afraid my suggestion is pretty weak,” said Janet.
At eleven o’clock Mrs. Thorne decided to retire and urged the girls to do likewise, but they insisted upon awaiting the return of Helen’s father.