Linda Carlton's Hollywood Flight

ague, smugly, as Linda and Dot entered th

ge young man sitting in the corner, who couldn’t possibly be “Miss Slocum.” The secretary was evidently giving her a dig; perhaps he was trying to t

Mr. Sprague?” inqui

the corner aro

e police,” Sprague announced, cal

questioningly. He was in plain

” explained S

she wanted to get to t

ls herself Linda Carlton,” she announced, in

g through her stunts. She has only a small part

ake us out where s

he man, condescendingly. “But we

e could not bear this insolent young m

e the signatures have been forged. The real Miss Carlton brought hers

anded Linda

demanded Dot, ent

rague

, has them now. He wil

e a hard-boiled detective at all, Linda thought. Indeed, he flashed her a look of sympathy, as if he

identical at a glance. The same numbers, the same

Chase,” warned Sprague, evidently d

is signature is forged.” He held up one of the cards. “Lo

cried Dot. “But the oth

remember that mud-spot on mine. I got it on that treasure-h

y. “That is the very mud-spot the rea

do?” demanded Dot, now

der bail,” replied S

nto a peal

bsurd!” she

ve looked exceedi

he lot?” he suggested

me,” agree

nd-cuffs?” inquire

e her a wit

Manton,” he said. “We’re not concerne

back and walked across

ing devotion to Linda. “Of course I have to take your money for bail, but I’m su

da, the tears dangerously near to her

t been under any other circumstances, the girls would have only been too delighted at the opportunity. But now

ntly decided that they were impostors, who had cleverly deceived him, thereby securing for themselves an evening’s unusual entertainment at his expense. Therefore

stood still, gazing at her enviously. Not that she wanted to be in the picture, but she would always rather be in the air than on the ground. And

w!” cried Chase su

roar of her motor was deafening. But, by a stroke of luck, she regained c

dmitted Linda,

to know that plane and it will take a lot of punishm

too, Mr. Chase?”

secret-service man, on the

f to tell her that his love of flying w

be called in—on an unim

h another case. And I know Mr. Von Goss pe

, Mr. Chase—but—I feel as if you would help me, if

flew the Atlantic alone. Because that is the important thing. That’s why Von Goss is paying the

n’t help—in establi

t to be people

“Look at Sprague!” she cried. “Look at the way he’s waving that hat o

own name, the secretar

now,” he informed them, calmly. “It isn’t likely she’

e her?” demanded Dot. “Th

Miss Linda Carlton has time to waste on a couple of upstarts from

y from view. There was nothing to do now; Sprague and Von Goss

for that check for bail,” she sa

restaurant at Culver City for their lunch. But this time they were no

“But I don’t know where he is, and I should hate to alarm Aunt Emily by telling her

ot go over to that telephone and do it n

hotel in Los Angeles. They felt like prisoners, unable to come and go at will. As a ma

er bed to read. But the first item that met her eye made her stare in horror. It was Linda’s picture, right on the front

e Linda should see it. But her companion, noticing the look

lly I!” she exclaimed. “Because it

reporter took of us both at the airport, the day we landed h

u’re fr

s around Linda. “Darling, I just can’t tel

atted h

-issue. That girl would have gotten away with it, no matter what we did.

d right into

have succeeded somehow. Why, the licenses were really the most important thing. But how she ever m

gainst her as he was against you. He trusted he

that man,”

I,” agr

ere,” remarked Linda, with a yawn.

slept until Mr. Chase called at five o’clock fo

d, apologetically. “But I expect to gi