The ZeppelinWe pushed past hordes of people up stairs and through golden stained-glass corridors to a great arching hall of stained glass. Morton hurried to a man in uniform and handed over his newspaper. "Which way to gate 19?"
"Over there," the man pointed to the far corner.
"You must stop that zeppelin," Morton said.
The man chuckled. "Be hard to do, sir," he pointed. Eighty yards away, the door to the outside was being shut. "If you hurry, they might let you on."
To our dismay, hundreds of people lay before us. But we ran through them, pushing people aside, straining to get to the zeppelin before it rose. Finally, we got to the counter. "You must stop the zeppelin," I panted.
The woman smiled. "I'm sorry. Once it's taken off," she pointed at the top of the enormous structure risin
