"More who tried to jump," he said.
"Well, you know about two, don't you?"
"Yes," said Pete. "I know about two. Were there others before Monday?"
"Not at sea," Sally said. "But—but—" she deliberated, meeting with level, half lifted lids Bane's glare at her and drawing the silk of her dress close about her figure. "Last week," she finished, turning casually to Pete, "surely you heard that a couple of pilots were Jost in the mountains."
"Not navy men," said Pete.
"No," agreed Sally. "One was army—the other a mail flyer."
At this, Bane cut in furiously. "That's a d—d lie," he denied.
"That an army pilot and a mail flyer were lost?" questioned Sally, turning to him. "Oh, I see what you mean; you didn't know he was a mail flyer until afterwards."
"Drop it," threatened Bane directly; and Sally looked down, breathing short, and decided to drop it.
Not from fear of him, I thought, but because she had thrust the affair temporarily as
