Once she woke up and lay awake for a long time, thinking about the skull4 and crossbones and the threatening note. It couldn’t be a prank5! She was obviously getting close to something—and those involved were trying to scare her off. It could be nobody else but the masked pirate, Raymond Duke, and, she was sure of it, Mr. Eaton-Smith. Although until she had surprised122 him in his home last night, it had never crossed her mind that the mild-mannered travel agent might be mixed up in any kind of shady dealings.
The note also implied that one of the three knew a great deal more about her than she had suspected—specifically where she was staying in Tampa. She didn’t think Duke or Eaton-Smith could possibly have found out during the short time between the parade and her return with the Curtins. Maybe the third man then—the pirate—!
She got up and dressed early, and was having orange juice and coffee by herself in the dining room when Louise and Nina came downstairs.
“Well, well!” Nina laughed. “We thought you were the late sleeper6 of the household! Was the excitement of last night too much for you?”
“You don’t know the half of it!” Vicki thought to herself, but she smiled and said: “I never had so much fun in my life.”
“Then get ready for some more fun,” Louise said. “I believe you said your vacation starts today?”
“Change of plan,” Vicki told her. “I didn’t have a chance to mention it last night. I’m to make one more trip. Leave here tomorrow, return on Sunday. Then I have a whole week to soak up that Florida sun and get the tan Nina was teasing me about.”
“Wonderful! That fits right into the plan!”
123 “What plan is this?” Vicki wanted to know.
Louise’s eyes twinkled. “Daddy’s promised us all a trip to Havana. He says that after Festival Week he needs a rest, and he’s sure we do too. He had planned for us to fly over on Monday—we can get there from here in a couple of hours. Then we’ll spend two or three days seeing the sights, shopping in their wonderful markets for laces, jewelry—”
“They have some of the most wonderful combs and brooches and things made of tortoise shell and coral!” Nina interrupted excitedly.
“... and taking in some shows and night clubs,” Louise went on, “and just having a high old time.”
“That sounds perfectly7 wonderful,” Vicki said enthusiastically. “I’ve never been to Havana and it’s one place I’ve always wanted to visit!”
“Then get yourself ready, Vic. We’ll have the time of our lives!”
After breakfast, Nina excused herself to go to the shop. She did have a job, she assured Vicki with a big smile, even though she managed to find plenty of time to enjoy herself. “And since today and tomorrow are the last two days of the Festival, we’ll probably be swamped with tourist business.”
“I have to go down to the Welfare Agency this morning,” Louise said, getting up. “Can you find plenty to do by yourself, Vic?”
124 “Don’t worry about me,” Vicki assured her. “I have some shopping to do to get myself ready for Havana.”
After the girls had departed, Vicki telephoned Mr. Quayle’s office and made an appointment to see him in half an hour.
In the taxi going to the airport, she fell to wondering about the identity of the third man, the masked pirate in the black cloak. He had known that she was staying at the Curtins’. The only people in Tampa who knew that were Mr. Quayle and the Federal Airlines personnel. Could the pirate be connected in some way with the airline? Well, she decided8, the riddle9 was too much for her now. But she was going to do her best to find the answer!
When she entered the FBI investigator’s office—he had now taken up more or less permanent quarters in the airport’s administration building until the gold coin case was solved—his secretary looked up.
“I’m so sorry, Miss Barr,” she said. “You had no sooner hung up than Mr. Quayle called to say that he was detained. I told him about your call and he asked if you could see him at ten.” She looked at her watch. “It’s only nine-fifteen now. I’m terribly sorry if this holds you up.”
“No indeed.” Vicki smiled. “I’ll go sit in the passenger lounge and watch the planes land and take off.”
125 The secretary grinned. “Isn’t that sort of a busman’s holiday, Miss Barr?”
Vicki strolled through the terminal waiting room, then decided to go outside and stand in the sun. She still couldn’t get over the wonderful fragrance10 of the perfume-laden Florida air. She couldn’t seem to get enough of it. “I guess I’m just a hick from Illinois,” she chided herself.
As she sauntered along the walk outside, breathing in refreshing11 lungfuls of the scented12 breeze, a familiar voice hailed her:
“Hi there, Miss Vicki! Wait up!”
It was the irrepressible Joey Watson, his usual broad grin splitting his freckled13 face.
“What are you doing out of uniform? Aren’t you flying today?”
“I’m like an old firehorse who can’t resist the sound of alarm bells.” Vicki smiled. “Only in my case it’s the sound of airplane motors.”
“I know what you mean,” Joey said. “I feel the same way.” He fell into step beside her. “Look, Steve is taking me up for a lesson in a few minutes. Have you got time to come over and take a look at his ship? It’s a peachy two-engined Beech14.”
“Are you sure the field people won’t mind?”
“Of course not,” Joey said. He opened the heavy wire gate that led out onto the concrete apron15. “Come on.”
Steve Miller16 was standing17 at the step that126 led into the little cabin of his charter plane. He wore light-brown slacks and a gabardine flying jacket. He wheeled around and smiled broadly when he saw Vicki approaching at Joey’s side.
“Oh, hello, Miss Barr,” he said. “Did you come to take me up on that spin?”
“Not this morning, Steve,” Vicki said. “I’ve got things to do. But I may some other day real soon.”
“You do that, Vicki—Miss Barr,” Steve said.
“I will,” Vicki promised. She looked at the trim little plane, and nodded her head approvingly. “Nice airplane you have here.”
“We like it,” Steve said, evidently pleased. “It may seem like a lot of airplane to be giving our young friend his first flying lessons in, but she handles just like an automobile18.”
“I know,” Vicki said. “I’ve flown in Beeches19 before.”
“Good deal,” Steve said.
Just at that moment a blond-haired young man strode toward them from a twin-engine Cessna that was parked farther up on the concrete apron. He gave Steve a semimilitary salute20 and said, “Hello!”
“Come over here, Roy,” Steve called. “I want you to meet a friend of mine.”
The blond young pilot looked at Vicki as he said, “I’ve met your student, Steve, but ...”
“This is Miss Vicki Barr,” Steve told him. “Licensed pilot and Federal Airlines hostess.127 Vicki, this is Roy Olsen. He’s a charter pilot out of Saint Pete. He comes over the Bay occasionally to take the bread out of our mouths.”
Roy Olsen grinned. “Don’t you believe it, Miss Barr. I just fly over here now and then to help relieve the load on the Tampa boys.”
He had an infectious grin, and Vicki liked him immediately.
“I hate to break this up,” Steve Miller said, “but if I’m to give Joey a lesson before the warehouse21 boss starts yelling for him, we’d better take off.” He climbed into the cabin and went forward to the cockpit. “Come on, kid,” he said over his shoulder. “Strap yourself in, and don’t touch that wheel until I tell you to.”
Joey touched his thumb to his forefinger22 in the time-honored airman’s salute to Vicki, and followed Steve into the plane.
Vicki watched as they taxied out onto the runway, and getting the go-ahead from the traffic tower, took off.
“I’ll see you again, Mr. Olsen,” she said to the flier from St. Petersburg.
Again the young man grinned and said, “Good deal!”
“Mr. Quayle,” Vicki asked, after she had told the latest of her adventures, “do you think I’m seeing bogeymen in the closet?”
John Quayle had listened attentively23 as Vicki recounted her experiences of last night—the visit128 to Eaton-Smith’s house; her discovery of the violin case; her unexpected stumbling upon the tourist agent, Duke, and the third man whispering together in the darkened room; Duke’s whispered “Don’t let her go yet! Keep her here!”; the masked man’s flight; her chase after him; Duke’s pursuit of her in the costumed crowd; receiving the threatening note on her return home.
“No, Miss Vicki Barr,” John Quayle said serious as he puffed24 on his old pipe, “I don’t think you’re seeing bogeymen at all. I think you’re teaching me a valuable lesson that they forgot to include in the FBI training course—never underestimate the feminine point of view.”
He blew a thick, blue smoke ring that drifted lazily toward the ceiling.
“I started out with the cold, hard fact that a shipment of gold coins had been stolen in some mysterious way. You, on the other hand, started out with the warm, human fact that an old man was unhappy and a young boy seemed headed for trouble. I concentrated on trying to find the thieves. You concentrated on trying to help the old man and the boy.”
He paused again and smiled.
“Does this sound like a lecture?”
“Why—no, sir,” Vicki said politely.
“Well, it should sound like one—because it is. A lecture to myself.”
He picked up the telephone. “Now, if you’ll129 excuse me, I think I’ll take a little closer look at a certain importer and a certain travel agent.”
Vicki got up from her chair.
“And one more thing,” John Quayle said. “The next time you see something that doesn’t feel right to your woman’s intuition, come and tell me about it.”
Vicki took an airport bus back to Tampa and got off in midtown. Her head was spinning as she tried to puzzle out the tangled25 events of the past week and put them together in some logical order. But the sun was too bright and the air was too sweet and clean for gloomy thoughts. Her mind leaped ahead to the fun she’d have in Havana.
She sauntered along the street aimlessly, looking into shopwindows. She stopped in front of an art supply store and was casually26 examining some pictures that were on display when a familiar figure inside the shop caught her eye. It was the old violinist, Mr. Tytell!
She entered the store just as the old man was saying to the clerk in his quavering voice:
“... and five pounds of French sand, please.”
“I’m afraid you’ve almost bought us out of French sand these past few days, sir,” the clerk said. “Not very much demand for it here. But we should have some left. I’ll see.” He turned to go.
Vicki looked around the store. Mr. Tytell seemed to be alone. This was her chance to talk130 with him. She walked up to the counter and said, “Why, hello, Mr. Tytell.”
At the sound of her voice the old man turned and a smile broke over his lined face.
“Why—why, it’s Miss Barr.”
“You were in such a hurry the last time we met that I didn’t have much opportunity to say hello.”
She remembered the old man’s frantic27 plea: “I have to talk to you!” If he really did have something important to tell her, now was the time to draw it out.
“Mr. Duke said that you were working for him. He seems like a pleasant man.”
At the mention of Duke’s name the old man’s eyes again took on a frightened look. He nodded his head and for a second his eyes fell.
“Y-yes.”
“Do you also work for Mr. Eaton-Smith?” Vicki asked casually.
As he had on the street in Ybor City, the old man grasped her hand and stammered28, “M-Miss Barr—I feel that you’re my friend—the—the only friend I have—” His eyes were pleading in his ashen29 face.
At that moment the clerk reappeared with Mr. Tytell’s package. The old man fumbled30 nervously31 in his pocket to get the money to pay for it.
So the old man really is in trouble, Vicki thought. But how could he possibly be connected131 with Duke and Eaton-Smith—and the man in the pirate cloak?
“Mr. Tytell, did you leave a message in the plane that day for me? A travel folder32?”
“Y-yes. And you found it!” For a second his eyes lost their frightened look. “Miss Barr—I—I need help. I have to talk with you.”
“Then let’s find a quiet place and talk,” Vicki said soothingly33.
“No, no. Not now.” He looked furtively34 out into the street. “Mr.—Mr. Duke is waiting for me. In his car down at the corner.”
The old man lowered his voice to a whisper. “When do you fly again to New York, Miss Barr?”
“Tomorrow,” Vicki answered, surprised at this question. “Tomorrow at three-forty-five. Federal Flight Seventeen.”
“I’ll be on that plane, Miss Barr.” Tytell’s voice was so low that even standing beside him, Vicki could hardly make out the words. “They won’t stop me! I’ll be on that plane.”
He turned quickly and went out the door.
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