Could he ... for the insurance money; for you ... could he do what I have just said?"
Tears streamed down Inez Guerrero's face. She seemed near collapse, but nodded slowly.
"Yes." Her voice was choked. "Yes, I think he could."
Ned Ordway turned away. He took the telephone from Tanya and began speaking rapidly in a low tone. He gave information, interspersed with several requests.
Once Ordway paused, swinging back to Inez Guerrero. "Your apartment is going to be searched, and we'll get a warrant if necessary. But it wiU be easier if you consent. Do you?"
Inez nodded dully.
"Okay," Ordway said into the telephone, "she agrees." A minute or so later he hung up.
Ordway told the D.T.M. and Mel, "We'll collect the evidence in the apartment, if there's any there. Apart from that, at the moment, there isn't a lot we can do."
The D.T.M. said grimly, "There isn't a lot any of us can do, except maybe pray." His face strained and gray, he began writing a new message for Flight Two.

9

The hot hors d'oeuvres, which Captain Vernon Demerest had called for, had been served to the pilots of Flight Two. The appetizing assortment on a tray, brought by one of the stewardesses from the first class galley, was disappearing fast. Demerest grunted appreciatively as he bit into a lobster-and-mushroom tartlet garnished with Parmesan cheese.
As usual, the stewardesses were pursuing their earnpaign to fatten the skinny young second officer, Cy Jordan. Surreptitiously they had slipped him a few extra hors d'oeuvres on a separate plate behind the two cap- tains and now, while Jordan fiddled with fuel crossfeed valves, his cheeks bulged with chicken livers in bacon.
Soon, all three pilots, relaxing in turn in the dimly lighted cockpit, would be brought the same delectable entree and dessert which the airline served its first class passengers. The only things the passengers would get, which the crew did not, were table wine and champagne.
Trans America, like most airlines, worked hard at providing an excellent cuisine aloft.