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The plane was booming over the Caribbean at six thousand feet. Northbound. It was one of Pan
America's new ones, very comfortable, very large. There was a Captain, a Mate, a Stewardess, Engineer
and Radioman. And by now the Captain was very much Kathy's puppy. Kathy had been showing her
teeth to him, and the delighted Captain had made the Mate slide out of the co-pilot's seat so Kathy could
sit there and learn how it felt to fly thirty-five thousand roaring pounds of passenger seaplane.
Incidentally, the Captain was supposed to pay no attention whatever to any eye-shining by lady
passengers.

The two girls looked at each other, while terror crawled around on their nerves.

“Where is he?” Kathy asked. Her nerves had suddenly become so knotted that she had to clear her
throat to speak.

“He—” Abril paled. “Oh! The aisle! Coming this way!”



THE man was little. He had a cocky walk. The cockiness of a weasel just out of a hen coop, proud of
having cut the throats of all the hens. He was barely five feet tall.

He smiled at the two girls as he walked past. Impersonally. The smile was startling because of the size of
his teeth. His face turned to teeth.

“Ugh!” Abril gasped, when he had gone past.

“The better to eat us with, grandma,” Kathy said, pale and shaky.

Abril nodded. “Yes, his teeth. They gave him away. They're why I kept noticing him. He's following us.”

“Oh, gosh! Are you sure?”

“Certain enough to be awfully upset. Kathy, I saw him talking to another man who had been on the plane
that brought us to Rio. I began to realize then he was on our trail.”

Kathy shivered. “So they swapped bloodhounds in Rio,” she said. “They're liable to do it again.”

Abril nodded grimly. “They've got us spotted, and they have had, all along.”

Kathy said brightly, “Well, we'll give them the slip when we get to the United States.”

Abril shook her head. “I'm afraid, Doyle. I'm afraid they'll have a reception committee ready for us. I
think that's why we were delayed in Rio.”

The terror blazed up in Kathy's eyes for a moment. She was remembering what had happened in Rio.

The Rio incident had seemed innocent enough. A mixup at the airlines office, with their reservations
cancelled. The airline people had been very sorry, so very sorry, and they had done the best they could
with seats on a plane leaving the following day.

The airline people had assumed the blame for the trouble. Kathy wished now that they hadn't, because