“Go on,” Don prompted.
“The—er—Thing was tall.”
“Yes!” Chick broke in as Garry opened his lips to speak.
“Well, he can fly. It made me think of another tall man who could fly—and who came to consult my father when he happened to be away from home. He said he was a mail pilot, and he gave the name——”
“What?” cried Chick.
“Smith!”
“Oh!” Garry recognized the flyer mentioned. “He flies the mail in from Philadelphia. But——”
“It couldn’t have been Smith who tried to run us down, tonight,” Chick remonstrated. “He’s due later on, coming in from Philly. He goes down Friday and comes back Saturday—and last night was Friday night.”
“He comes in tonight—so he can be left out—unless he had a substitute fly for him last night,” said Don, suddenly wondering.
They discussed it but made no progress beyond deciding to investigate the whereabouts of the mail flyer.