ped Jane and Sue from the cab. Jane opened her
purse to pay the fare from her slender funds, but the driver waved the
money away.

"Miss Hardy at the hospital said to charge it to her account," he said,
and Jane and Sue were given another glimpse of the warm heart which
beat beneath the grim exterior of the supervisor of nurses.

The driver led them into the waiting room and left their bags there.
Jane looked around. It was her first visit to the administration
building, although she had been at the field a number of times.

The waiting room was furnished with modernistic wicker pieces. Soft tan
drapes were at the windows and a rug of tan and black squares covered
the floor. At a large table in the center was a neat stack of magazines
while at a buffet along one wall was a silver tea service.

The ticket office opened to the right and Jane stepped up to the
window. The night manager looked up from his desk.

"We are the nurses from Good Samaritan that Miss Hardy phoned about.
We're to go out on the eastbound plane for Chicago," she explained.

The night manager swung around to his ticket rack and made out the
passes for their transportation to Chicago. He was efficient but
pleasant.

"You'll have to sign permits releasing the system from liability in
case of accident. Of course this isn't required from regular
passengers, but you are traveling free."

Both Jane and Sue signed the papers he placed before them.

"I'm making out round trip passes," he said. "In case you don't get the
jobs, you'll be able to get back here."

Jane wasn't sure there was much consolation in that for there was
probably more chance of getting a job in Chicago than in University
City.

The night manager stepped into the dispatcher's office to inquire the
position of the eastbound plane.

"Your ship will be here in about nine minutes. How about baggage?"

"We have small pieces," replied Sue.

The baggage was weighed, checked and placed on a small cart to be
wheeled into the hangar when the plane arrived.

The dispatcher stuck his head out of the operations room.

"Charlie Fischer wants the flood light," he said.

Jane wondered who Charlie Fischer was and just why he wanted the flood
light, but to the field manager that message appeared important for he
hurried into the hangar. A moment later a flood of blue light
illuminated the field and the drone of engines could be heard.

Lights flashed on in the hangar and Jane and Sue l