made the transfer in the air to land the effigy's machine.
Bane was leading Helen Lacey and Pete along the pier and trying to stop them from speaking; he did not quite succeed at that but he did prevent them from words alone.
"I wish you'd tell me," I heard her beg Pete; and he laughed at her, somewhat as he had laughed on the sea.
"I don't know; I don't!" she protested to him; and Bane stopped all that by appropriating her hand again and drawing her to the other side of himself, away from Pete.
My companions, or escorts if you prefer, offered conversation with me solely on such casual topics as the weather, types of motors and wings. They were singularly devoid of any such concern as troubled Helen Lacey.
So we came up to the terrace where two more men and four women—girls, they were; everyone about the place was young—gazed at us. A couple of them spoke to Bane and Boggs but neither offered further introductions. We went on to the house and into a large, wide lounge gaily and coolly decorated
