Wings in the Dark Page #3

You heard me. Get out.

Ken, you"re kicking

everything in the pants

after I had it all fixed up.

You"ve caused enough harm

for one day.

Now, take your little

whatever-she-is and get out.

NICK:
Ken, don"t act that way.

Just a minute, Mr. Gordon!

We may have done something

wrong, I don"t know.

Maybe Nick can explain.

But whatever it is...

I don"t think I know you.

It"s Sheila Mason, Ken.

Sure you know her.

Oh, yes, I believe I do now,

by reputation. Where do you

fit into this?

You mean you didn"t expect me?

Nick.

Now, wait a minute, Sheila.

Give me a chance.

You see, Ken, it"s this way.

I heard you were making

this flight to Paris blind,

and thought it was a great

chance to cash in.

Sheila"s good copy,

and a swell flyer,

and doing it together would

make it the biggest

stunt since Lindbergh.

There"s a million in it.

I see.

I thought Nick had already

arranged it.

Sure, Ken. It"d be terrific.

So you thought l"d take

something like this

and turn it into one of your

cheap ballyhoo stunts?

Take her along, huh?

When I can"t even take a man

like Mac, who"s worked

every step of the way with me.

Well, it might interest

you both to know that

l"ve been refused permission.

Oh, no.

What do you mean?

The government happens

to have the same dislike

for cheapness that I have.

REPORTER:
You mean to say

you"re not going?

You heard me.

Well, what are we doing

around here?

Come on, let"s go.

MASON:
L"m really sorry.

NICK:
Yeah, me, too, Ken,

but how was I to know?

You"ve said quite enough.

Now please get out of here.

Nice tie you got there, Chief.

Might as well

cover her up, Mac.

Right.

Like a cup of coffee?

No. Cover her up and go home.

They"ve got a new

shooting gallery

down at Coney Island.

Good night, Mac.

What is it, Mac? What is it?

I thought you left

with the others.

What do you want?

I stayed behind

to tell you again

how sorry I am.

Rather late for that,

isn"t it?

I know explanations don"t mean

very much, but I do hope

you can forgive me.

It"s all right.

Forget it.

Thanks.

Hadn"t you better run

along now? Your friends might

leave you here.

They"ve gone already,

but I can take a streetcar.

Well?

Ken Gordon, you weren"t after

publicity on this trip,

were you?

I think you know that

by this time.

Nor glory, particularly.

No.

All you wanted to do was

to prove that it could be made

safe to fly an airship

anywhere regardless

of fog or weather.

That"s about it.

Then why don"t you?

Why don"t I? Perhaps you

haven"t heard,

I was denied permission.

A piece of paper, wasn"t it?

A pretty important

piece of paper.

Of course. Only it occurred

to me that the man

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