donât know what Iâd have done if Iâd had to travel alone.â
Travelling by air, Victoria thought, was rather like being taken on a school treat. Brisk teachers, kind but firm, were at hand to shepherd you at every turn. Air hostesses, in trim uniform with the authority of nursery governesses dealing with feeble minded children explained kindly just what you were to do. Victoria almost expected them to preface their remarks with âNow, children.â
Tired-looking young gentlemen behind desks extended weary hands to check passports, to inquire intimately of money and jewellery. They managed to induce a sense of guilt in those questioned. Victoria, suggestible by nature, knew a sudden longing to describe her one meagre brooch as a diamond tiara value ten thousand pounds, just to see the expression on the bored young manâs face. Thoughts of Edward restrained her.
The various barriers passed, they sat down to wait once more in a large room giving directly on the aerodrome. Outside the roar of a plane being revved up gave the proper background. Mrs. Hamilton Clipp was now happily engaged in making a running commentary on their fellow travellers.
âArenât those two little children just too cute for words? But what an ordeal to travel alone with a couple of children. British, I guess they are. Thatâs a well cut suit the mother has on. She looks kind of tired, though. Thatâs a good-looking manârather Latin looking, Iâd say. What a loud check that man has onâIâd call it very bad taste. Business, I guess. That man over thereâs a Dutchman, he was just ahead of us at the controls. That family over there is either Turkish or Persian, I should say. There donât seem to be any Americans. I guess they go mostly Pan American. Iâd say those three men talking together are Oil, wouldnât you? I just love looking at people and wondering about them. Mr. Clipp says to me Iâve got real yen for human nature. It seems to me just natural to take an interest in your fellow creatures. Wouldnât you say that mink coat over there cost every bit of three thousand dollars?â
Mrs. Clipp sighed. Having duly appraised her fellow travellers she became restless.
âIâd like to know what we are waiting for like this. That planeâs revved up four times. Weâre all here. Why canât they get on with things? Theyâre certainly not keeping to schedule.â
âWould you like a cup of coffee, Mrs. Clipp? I see there is a buffet at the end of the room.â
âWhy, no, thank you, Miss Jones. I had coffee before I started, and my stomach feels too unsettled right now to take anything more. What are we waiting for, Iâd like to know?â
Her question seemed to be answered almost before the words were out of her mouth.
The door leading from the corridor out of the Customs and Passport Department swung open with a rush and a tall man came through with the effect of a gust of wind. Air officials of the line hovered around him. Two large canvas sacks sealed were carried by an officer of BOAC.
Mrs. Clipp sat up with alacrity.
âHeâs certainly some big noise,â she remarked.
â And knows it,â thought Victoria.
There was something of calculated sensationalism about the late traveller. He wore a kind of dark-grey travelling cloak with a capacious hood at the back. On his head was what was in essence a wide sombrero, but in light grey. He had silver grey curling hair, worn rather long, and a beautiful silver grey moustache curling up at the ends. The effect was that of a handsome stage bandit. Victoria, who disliked theatrical men who posed, looked at him with disapproval.
The Air officials were, she noted with displeasure, all over him.
âYes, Sir Rupert.â âOf course, Sir Rupert.â âThe plane is leaving immediately, Sir Rupert.â
With a swirl of his voluminous cloak, Sir Rupert
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