Linda Carlton's Ocean Flight

by Edith Lavell

  CHAPTER VII

  _On the Trail_

  Although Linda and Louise were both greatly excited about their plan,they decided to keep it a secret. Once they disclosed it, they wouldprobably meet with all sorts of opposition; Mr. Carlton would considerit foolish, his sister and Mrs. Haydock, dangerous.

  So Linda went home and opened her invitations, accepting those thatwere scheduled for before Christmas, and took an active interest inher aunt's preparations for the great day. There was a small afternoonbridge at Sue's which she could attend, and a moonlight skating partywhich Dot had planned for December twenty-third, and of course shecould go to the big Christmas Eve dance at the Country Club with RalphClavering.

  Nor was her father's misfortune mentioned again after her firstafternoon at home. Mr. Carlton had apparently made his decisions, andwanted his daughter and his sister to forget his troubles in theirenjoyment of the holidays. Everything went on as it had at all otherChristmas seasons; even the Arrow remained unmolested in its hangar,and Louise and Linda drove their cars.

  It was on one of their shopping tours that they were able to takethe first step in carrying out their enterprise. On the twenty-thirdof December they motored to Columbus and visited the city's largestdepartment store.

  Going straight to the linen counter, Louise asked to see a handkerchieflike the one Linda was carrying, which she showed to the saleswoman.

  "Seven dollars!" she repeated, as she examined it. "I'd have to put itin my trousseau at that rate. And then suppose I never got married!"

  "You will," returned Linda, calmly. "But even if you don't, you're sureto be a bridesmaid some time. You could carry it then."

  "Your bridesmaid?"

  "If I ever need one. Or rather, my maid-of-honor."

  The saleswoman coughed irritably; she wanted to hurry the purchase.

  "It's the last one we have, Miss," she said. "So if you like it, youhad better take it."

  Her words recalled to Louise the purpose of their visit.

  "The last one? They're hard to get, then?" she inquired.

  "Yes. They are made by French women, I believe--in a convent."

  Louise suppressed a smile by raising her eyebrows.

  "Imported?"

  "I think so. We get them through a New York firm."

  "What is the name of the firm?" asked Linda, innocently.

  "That I don't know. But if you care to wait, I'll ask the buyer."

  "Yes," agreed Louise. "I'll take the handkerchief if you find out thename of the firm."

  The saleswoman looked rather puzzled at their interest in the name,but she thought they wanted to make sure their purchase was not animitation, and she hurried off to comply with the request. In a coupleof minutes she returned with the information.

  "The name is Carwein," she said, as she handed Louise her package. "J.W. Carwein & Co., Importers, New York City."

  Linda carefully made note of the fact in her tiny shopping book.

  "So our first stop is New York," remarked Louise, as they left thestore and went to the garage where they had parked her roadster. "Ofcourse we fly?"

  "Naturally. We haven't time for any slower conveyance. Besides, we mayneed the Arrow for further investigation."

  "O. K. But Linda, have you considered snow and sleet? Remember, so farwe have had very little experience in cold weather."

  "I realize all that. But I've been studying conditions about winterflying, you know, and I have a lot of theory. Of course theory isn'tpractice, as our friend Miss Hulbert would remind us."

  "By the way, where is she? She just seems to have dropped out ofexistence."

  "Probably she has the Club's Moth somewhere, visiting her friends!"replied Linda. "I can't say I miss her. Still, it is funny her brotherisn't around. He seemed so devoted to Kitty."

  "Maybe he asked Kitty to marry him, and she refused."

  "I don't think so. Kitty was so crazy about him at Thanksgiving."

  "Well, you never can tell. But that isn't going to worry me," said theother, laughing. "But here is an idea worth taxing your brain with,Linda!"

  "Yes."

  "I think somebody ought to know just what we're doing, and wherewe're going, so long as we don't want to give our parents the exactinformation. It ought to be somebody who could fly to our rescue, ifnecessary.... I am thinking of Ted Mackay."

  Linda nodded, approvingly. Ted was so capable, so dependable, and sheknew he would risk his life if need be in an emergency to save them.

  "You really think it's necessary?" she asked.

  "Maybe not necessary, but prudent. Can't you map out our route to NewYork tonight, and send him a special-delivery letter? Then we can wirehim from New York, if we decide to go on to Canada."

  "Yes, that's a fine idea, Lou. Provided, of course, we get Aunt Emily'spermission. Daddy leaves Christmas night, and after that I'm under herthumb."

  "I'm going to spring it on my family after Christmas dinner," Louiseinformed her. "Everybody's in such a good humor then, that theyprobably won't refuse. Besides, we needn't mention Canada. Just say aflying trip."

  "I guess I'll do the same thing. And by the way, Lou, let's wire NancyBancroft. You know she made us promise to stay with her whenever weflew to New York."

  "An excellent plan!" approved her chum, for she liked the girl--afellow student at the ground school. How much easier it would be to winthe older people's permission if they could visit a friend!

  Linda, however, did not wish to tell her father about the flight, forfear he might suspect what she was up to, and forbid her. Accordingly,she waited until almost eleven o'clock on Christmas night to ask heraunt's permission. They were together in the library, Linda idly gazingat the brightly lighted tree, Miss Carlton looking over the pile ofcards on the table.

  "Here's one from Beatrice Evanston," observed the latter. "Did yousend her one, Linda?"

  "I don't believe I did," replied the girl absently. She tapped herfingers nervously. It was difficult to begin.

  "Aunt Emily!" she finally blurted out, "Lou and I are planning to go toNew York tomorrow, if you are willing."

  "Why of course," replied the other, to her niece's surprise. "Butthat's a long trip, and if it's shopping, you can do almost as well inColumbus. Or is it a house-party?"

  "Neither. Though we are going to stay all night with a girl from schoolwho lives there. But--we're flying."

  "Flying? Oh, Linda, please don't! We're in for a snowstorm, I'mperfectly sure. I do wish you would put that plane away for the winter!"

  "I can't do that, Aunt Emily. A real pilot has to fly in all kindsof weather. I really need the experience, and the Pursuit is in fineshape."

  Suddenly her aunt put down the cards she was fingering and frowned.

  "You can't, dear! You'd miss the Evanstons' ball, Beatrice's coming-outparty. Why, it's the biggest thing in Spring City--after Kitty's!"

  "But I had already declined that invitation," Linda stated coolly.

  "You didn't? Oh, Linda, you wouldn't!"

  "But I did. The day I got home. Louise and I both did. We wantedto reserve this whole week--between Christmas and New Year's--forourselves, so we turned down everything."

  Miss Carlton looked absolutely aghast.

  "I never heard of anything so queer!" she exclaimed. "When you andLouise see each other every day in the year!"

  "But this is different. This is a lark together.... Oh, Auntie, pleaseunderstand! We loved this last week with you and Daddy and our friends,but this is important to us now. You won't be hurt?"

  She came over and sat on the arm of her aunt's chair, her eyes full ofpleading.

  "Oh, all right, dear," agreed the older woman with resignation. "Isuppose it's about as useless to try to keep you out of the air as itwould be to keep Lindbergh.... I wish your mother hadn't named youLinda!"

  Linda laughed, but she knew that she had won, and, even at this latehour she felt that she must call her chum to tell her the good news.

  With sandwiche
s and hot coffee in their lunch box, and clothing enoughto last them for a week, the girls took off the following morning. Theair was crisp and cold, but it did not snow. Snug in their leathercoats and helmets, they felt ready for any weather. The engine wasrunning smoothly; it was a joy to fly, especially now that they couldtake turns at the controls.

  In her pocket Linda carried a map which Ted Mackay had sent to her inreply to her letter, so that she found it easy to follow the course hehad indicated. Without the slightest deviation, they arrived at theirdestination late that afternoon.

  Leaving the plane to be housed and inspected, the girls made their wayacross New York to a hotel in the center of the city, where they sentwires to Ted and Miss Carlton and Mrs. Haydock, and changed into streetclothing. Then they looked up the firm of Carwein in the telephone book.

  "But what shall we say to him?" asked Linda.

  "I don't know," admitted Louise.

  Impulsively as they had rushed into this plan, they realized that theyhadn't an idea how to proceed.

  "Suppose he won't see us!" remarked Louise.

  "He probably won't. If we tell the secretary it is private business,she'll think we want to sell him life insurance, or something."

  In that strange hotel room, as they sat looking blankly at each other,they knew that they had not thought far enough. Suddenly they were bothtired and hungry.

  "Let's don't do a thing this afternoon," suggested Louise. "Justcall up Nancy Bancroft, and say we'll be out there right away. She'sexpecting us for dinner, anyhow."

  Linda looked immensely relieved.

  They found the girl's home without any difficulty, and were welcomedlike old friends. Nancy was one of a large family, and the house fairlybuzzed with gayety. There were three other guests besides themselves atdinner, and afterwards a dozen more came in for games and for dancing.It was informal and charming; both Linda and Louise would have likednothing better than to accept Mrs. Bancroft's invitation to stay untilschool opened. But that would have meant relinquishing their plan, andthis they would not do.

  In an interval between dances, Louise drew her chum into thesitting-room where Mr. and Mrs. Bancroft were quietly reading, andasked the former to give them some help on a mystery they were tryingto solve.

  "Do you happen to know a man named J. W. Carwein--an importer andwholesale dealer in fine linens?" she inquired.

  "Why, yes, I know the firm," replied Mr. Bancroft. "I don't know himpersonally. Why?"

  "Well, we want to make an investigation--on the quiet, if possible,"explained Louise. "We'd like to find out where and how he's gettinghold of a certain kind of very fine lace-work. He's practically smashedLinda's father's business, and we're trying to discover how he did it."

  "From his reputation, I don't believe Carwein goes in for underhanddealing like that. If he is, he probably has had one put over on him.He sells only the most expensive things, and his firm has always had agood name. He'd probably tell you right out where he buys the goods."

  "But how could we see him?" asked Linda. "Girls can't walk right intoan office and demand to see the president!"

  Mr. Bancroft smiled.

  "It's been done," he said. "But I don't think it's necessary. I believeyou can get the information you want from his secretary. It isn'tlikely he'd have anything to hide."

  Just as simple as that! The girls could hardly believe it was possible,yet next morning, when they put the advice into effect, they found itgood.

  The secretary informed them that the goods were _not_ imported, thatthey were made right here in New York state. An agent by the name ofHofstatter had come into the firm's offices and sold them, assuring Mr.Carwein that they were made by a group of French women in the extremenorthern part, near the town of Plattsburg. He said he was a travelingman, and that he would return in three months' time for more orders.

  When Louise had repeated this conversation to Linda, they sat lookingat each other in despair.

  "I'm afraid our trip's been in vain," moaned Louise. "Somebody isimitating the work--somebody right here in New York. Of course theycan afford to sell it cheaper than your father--with no tax to pay!"

  Linda's eyes narrowed. She was not convinced.

  "There's something fishy about the whole thing!" she said. "Becauseif this man Hofstatter didn't buy from the Convent, who did? They hadnothing left to sell to Daddy!"

  "Maybe he lied to Carwein!" exclaimed Louise. "Anybody can see that myhandkerchief is exactly like yours."

  "Yes! I think this man Hofstatter has smuggled the stuff into thecountry, avoiding the tax. That's what I believe!"

  Louise jumped up energetically. "Now our job is to trap Hofstatter!"

  "You mean to try to find him in Plattsburg?"

  "I don't believe he's there--Or any lace-makers, either. We might stopand find out--and then go on to Montreal--to the Convent--and try tocatch him, or find out something about him there."

  "He probably won't be back for a good while, if he has just bought outthe supply," remarked Linda, gloomily.

  "True," admitted Louise. "But let's fly to Plattsburg anyhow, andinvestigate. We've gotten along O.K. here in New York. If we can onlydo as well there!"

  "Well, it's only December twenty-seventh. We have plenty of time beforeschool starts again."

  "Now to send Ted a night-letter!" Louise reminded her chum. "New Yorkto Plattsburg--Plattsburg to Montreal--Montreal to the Convent, withthe time figured as closely as possible, and a telegram to him eachnight if we are safe."

  "Righto! We'll stay all night at Plattsburg tonight. And we ought to beat the Convent tomorrow--December twenty-eighth."