CHAPTER 20Maybe, Don repeated silently, as he hung up. She knows something for sure: where Timmy Forde is.
The call to Lexington had shown that Sib was on the right track in one respect, at least. Hay-Hay was in daily communication with his astrological adviser, must know where she could be found.
Ten minutes of telephoning produced the information that a Miss Forde had reserved a seat on Flight 112, Air-Link, turbojet, from La Guardia, destination Louisville, Kentucky…whence she could retrace sixty-odd miles of central Kentucky back to Lexington. E.T.A. about nine o’clock, if not too long a delay transferring to the Eastern Airlines plane for the Bluegrass.
He sent a wire, for Delivery on Disembarkation, Urgent, Special, Rush. Instructions to Western Union were long and imperative; the
