The bag was gone.
Two shirts, a jacket, a pair of jeans, and a three-hundred dollar smith and wesson were all lying hidden in fifty thousand tonnes of grain.
It' wasn't difficult to get off the lucella.
The emergency team were arriving, followed by a television news team.
I pushed my way through an enormous crowd of people enjoying the disaster.
But mattingly was not there.
I went across the street to a little coffee shop and drank a cup of hot chocolate.
I'd had a shock and i needed a hot drink and sugar.
Slowly i began to feel better.
Mattingly was probably on his way back to chicago by car, unless he had a private plane waiting for him at sault Ste Marie's little airport.
I took a cab to the airport.
The daily flight for chicago left in two hours and i booked a seat on it.
Sault Ste Marie is even smaller than Thunder bay.
A few private planes, cessnas and the like, stood at the edge of the field, and i went over to them.
A man was lying on his back under a tiny plane.
'Does Martin Bledsoe keep his plane here?'
The man looked up at me.
'It was here. His pilot flew it out about twenty minutes ago.
Some guy came along, said bledsoe wanted cappy to fly him to chicago.?
I was too tired to feel anything-surprise, shock, anger.
'Guy have bright red hair?'
'He had red hair all right.
Cappy was expecting the guy.
Bledsoe phoned last night and told him.'
I went back to the airport building and boarded the plane for chicago.
I thought i would sleep on the flight, but my mind was too busy. Why would bledsoe put a bomb on his own ship?
That grey face was real.
Perhaps Mattingly had used too much explosive.
Why had bledsoe offered to give me a ride on his plane, if Mattingly was going to use it?
I didn't understand and i felt bitter.
I liked bledsoe, and last night i had believed him.
Had i misjudged his character completely?
The bag was gone.
Two shirts, a jacket, a pair of jeans, and a three-hundred dollar smith and wesson were all lying hidden in fifty thousand tonnes of grain.
It' wasn't difficult to get off the lucella.
The emergency team were arriving, followed by a television news team.
I pushed my way through an enormous crowd of people enjoying the disaster.
But mattingly was not there.
I went across the street to a little coffee shop and drank a cup of hot chocolate.
I'd had a shock and i needed a hot drink and sugar.
Slowly i began to feel better.
Mattingly was probably on his way back to chicago by car, unless he had a private plane waiting for him at sault Ste Marie's little airport.
I took a cab to the airport.
The daily flight for chicago left in two hours and i booked a seat on it.
Sault Ste Marie is even smaller than Thunder bay.
A few private planes, cessnas and the like, stood at the edge of the field, and i went over to them.
A man was lying on his back under a tiny plane.
'Does Martin Bledsoe keep his plane here?'
The man looked up at me.
'It was here. His pilot flew it out about twenty minutes ago.
Some guy came along, said bledsoe wanted cappy to fly him to chicago.?
I was too tired to feel anything-surprise, shock, anger.
'Guy have bright red hair?'
'He had red hair all right.
Cappy was expecting the guy.
Bledsoe phoned last night and told him.'
I went back to the airport building and boarded the plane for chicago.
I thought i would sleep on the flight, but my mind was too busy. Why would bledsoe put a bomb on his own ship?
That grey face was real.
Perhaps Mattingly had used too much explosive.
Why had bledsoe offered to give me a ride on his plane, if Mattingly was going to use it?
I didn't understand and i felt bitter.
I liked bledsoe, and last night i had believed him.
Had i misjudged his character completely?
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