CHAPTER SEVEN
"Bob? Ah, good! I thought I might have missed you. How are you doing? Swell, say, Bob, do you still have that flight out of here after six?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Sarman," the voice on the other end of the line came back with a metallic ring. "I try to leave here about six-thirty."
"Do you have many passengers this trip?" Maxie inquired of the pilot.
"None tonight... do have a load of linens and booze though."
"Great! Wouldn't want to overload you, you know. What I wanted to call you about is... I want you to look for me. I'll be having two guests with me and some luggage. Think you can handle us?"
"Sure thing... that old crate of mine has taken more of a load than that. I'll see you around six thirty then. S'long."
"Oh, there you are girls," Maxie smiled, seeing them come thr
