The Whip CracksT
hat night Benny Abell was posted in the flying field to watch Nick's movements while everybody was at the dance. He reported next day that Nick had taken off in his Moth plane at 10:45, and had flown southwest as well as he could judge. He had returned at 4 A.M. just as it was growing light.
“Out of town collections,” said Mme. Storey, dryly.
When we came downstairs at ten o'clock next morning, nobody was stirring. Mme. Storey ordered her car, and we drove into Mrs. Lysaght's, where there was a pile of letters, telegrams, and phone messages awaiting attention. A girl named Madge Caswell, who had worked for us before, had been secretly brought up from New York and installed as secretary. Mrs. Lysaght's whole establishment was at our disposal, yet she never knew, she pref
