CHAPTER 26IN THE HOSPITAL
Sirens shrieking, an ambulance and a police patrol car raced across the field to the big plane.
“This warm air is a relief,” Peggy thought dully, still sitting in the cockpit.
Something about the appearance of the ambulance snapped life back into Peggy’s spent body, and she was recalled to her duties.
“If Miss Huston could see me now, she’d probably have me studying the hostess manual,” she thought, amused. “I certainly don’t ‘look fresh.’ My uniform is far from immaculate, and Mr. Winfred’s gun still seems to be ‘protruding above my pocket,’ and that’s all wrong.” She touched the evil little black instrument of death gingerly. Had she actually shot at a man during that mad flight?
Somehow, Peggy couldn’t force herself to go through the usual hostess gesture
