HOW PETE CARMODY GOT wind of the Burton-Morris-Neff affair, Vicki never knew. But the young newspaperman was at the New York airport at noon to meet her on her return—comically battered hat, grin, and all.
“Vicki, you’re terrific!” He had got on board the emptied plane with her while she made her final check. “Here, honey, somebody’s left a pair of gloves. Now tell me about it! Golly, that was swell, what you did!”
Vicki put her tongue in her cheek. “As if you were interested in what I did. You just want to scoop a story for your paper.”
He seized her hands and looked at her earnestly. “You have no idea in that little head how interested I am.” Pete’s eyes were very brown and honest. Vicki lowered her own gaze.
“I’d be glad to give you the story, Pete—and I will give it to you first—bu
