“It looked good till I said it,” he admitted, “then——”
“That’s you, all the way!” his brother challenged. “Quick on the trigger and sorry when the bullet hits the wrong target.”
“I have a plan, though,” suggested Curt. “Al and I can go out to The Windsock, as Al said, to get a good place under that office window. Then, when Griff pays the money, we will be witnesses, and if the man tries not to give a receipt we’ll be on Griff’s side.”
“Better, but not perfect,” said Bob.
“I suppose the head Sleuth of the Sky Squad has the one perfect plan!” Al was sarcastic.
“No,” Bob was honest, “I haven’t! I thought of having Griff call the man and say he’d be there bright and early with the money——”
“I did tell him that, when Lang left. He said it would be tonight, whether he got it from me or from my father.”
“Um-m-m!” Curt was thoughtful. “Bad! Well——”
“If we could keep that Jenks man so busy, keep his mind so much occupied he’d be too excited to think about Griff—” Al was not very sure of himself.
“We could!” Curt astonished Al by accepting the idea. “Look here! If he isn’t the ex-pilot, maybe the ex-pilot wrote that other autograph. Whether he did not or did, anyhow the Jenks man had something to conceal, or he wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of giving Al two specimens of writing to get mixed up with. Now—if we were out there, and Griff tried once more to stave off payment till morning, if he agreed, all right, we could come home and this money in the safe would be all right.”