"Oh, I hope he makes it," Crystal murmured.
"He probably will. Mr. Hanson is a very resourceful man."
The soft, quiet voice was just behind her. Crystal turned in slow, hopeless terror.
"Serono—"
McHague's breath sucked in in a startled gasp of horror.
"Zeburzac!"
"But, of course. I wanted to be here to wish Mr. Hanson bon voyage. I hope he has a pleasant flight—although it will be a short one."
"What do you mean?" McHague whispered.
"Why, McHague, my dear friend, you didn't think I would overlook a simple thing like this?"
"You knew?"