CHAPTER 23LUNCH TIME
Back in the Stratoliner Peggy stared ahead at the open cockpit door.
Lane was busy at the controls. Engle was listening with the earphones, thumbing rapidly through Captain Concannon’s flight notebook.
Gradually, Peggy was recovering from the nasty shock. She even picked up a magazine and began to leaf through it idly.
It was half-past eleven. By this time the Chicago terminal had probably been notified of the loss of communication with the big plane. But the course had been changed, so even if the company did know that the Stratoliner had been stolen and could have sent a fast ship in pursuit, it would not help the situation.
As Peggy glanced down at the little gold globe and wing pinned to her uniform she was aware of what a terrific loss this would be to Skylin
