OFF FOR NEWFOUNDLAND
We are turning back. The fog spreads out ahead of us like a great fuzz.
Into the clear again. What luck to have the fog block us!
Bill slips her into Halifax for a perfect landing just behind a Canadian Fairchild pontoon job. The Flight Sergeant comes over and helps to anchor her. After consultation we invite him in and put the situation of my retiring disposition before him.
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When we were forced down in Halifax our difficulties of maintaining secrecy increased. Publicity, we feared, was probably unescapable. But at all events, escape seemed worth an effort. And especially, so far as possible, we thought it wise to conceal the presence of a woman on the Friendship. The Sergeant had the surprise of his life when he came aboard the plane to look over the equipment and found me part of it.
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Log Book:
He thinks a government official will take me in while the boys go to a hotel. Conse-135
