“Because everybody else is on board already!” he replied. “Sure you have the right flight number?”
“I certainly hope so!” Peggy said. “Please, may I see your passenger list?”
“Sure. Help yourself.” He moved aside from the desk to let her look.
At the top of the list stood the names of Mr. and Mrs. Dean Andrews.
“This is the right flight, all right,” Peggy said. “We’re waiting to see Mr. and Mrs. Andrews—and they surely didn’t come on board!”
“Not when you were looking,” the man said with a grin. “Sorry, kids, but you’ll have to collect your autographs some other time. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews were allowed to board before the other passengers, just so they could avoid being noticed. It seems that everybody wants Stacy Blair’s autograph, and she had a headache or something. Tough luck!”
“We’re not autograph hunters,” Peggy said, “but we have to see Mr. and Mrs. Andrews! Can we please go on board? It’s very important!”
The man shook his head. “Sorry. It’s strictly against the rules.”
“But—”
“You sure are a persistent girl,” he interrupted, “but it’s not going to do you any good. Now why don’t you just run along and chase some other movie star? Mrs. Andrews asked to be left alone, and we’re going to do everything we can to see that her wishes are—Hey!”