e hulking tri-motor. Even a
thought of returning to the plane struck terror into her heart.

Jane turned to Miss Comstock and whispered a suggestion.

"Don't let them start the motors until I give the signal," she said.
"It may take quite a while to get her calm, but once she's back in the
plane I think I'll be able to manage."

Miss Comstock nodded and hurried away while Jane guided her elderly
passenger toward the stewardess' quarters. There, well away from the
rush and confusion of the hangar, she made her comfortable while she
put a pot of tea on the electric grill in the commissary. Within five
minutes Jane had tea and wafers ready on a silver tray. She talked
gaily about everything except flying and Mrs. Van Verity Vanness began
to show a new interest in living. The tea was delicious and the wafers
were appetizing. The wealthy passenger of the special drank two cups of
tea and ate five of the wafers.

Jane heard a tap on the window and looked up to see Charlie Fischer
making horrible faces at her and pointing toward his watch. The
tri-motor was at least seven minutes late now. Jane must do something
at once.

She picked up the tea tray and started for the commissary.

"If you could go with me, I might attempt to continue the journey,"
said Mrs. Van Verity Vanness. "I can't bear the thought of going on
alone."

"But I am going with you," replied Jane. "Didn't they tell you?"

"No. Those pilots only flew faster and faster and I got sicker and
sicker."

"We'll let them fly as fast as they want to," smiled Jane, "just as
long as they have smooth weather. There's a delicious lunch, late
papers and some magazines aboard the plane now. We'll return to the
hangar, make ourselves comfortable in the plane, and tell them to go
ahead. We'll be almost ten minutes late leaving here."

"I'll go on," agreed the woman of millions, "but only because you are
going with me."

Without showing too much haste, Jane shepherded her passenger into the
tri-motor. Charlie Fischer, still looking at his watch, gave her a
black look as he climbed into the cockpit.

Jane made Mrs. Van Verity Vanness comfortable in chair No. 6, and then
stepped back to the door where Miss Comstock was peering in.
"Everything all right?" asked the chief stewardess.

"She's perfectly calm now," replied Jane. "I'm sure we'll make Chicago
all right."

"The general manager is fairly burning up the radio trying to find out
about the delay here."

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