_Orders For Action_
HUNCHES OR NO hunches, when the two ace airmen entered the hotel lobby a
bell hop came over to them on the double quick. There was a mile wide
grin on his freckled face, and in his hand he held an official War
Department envelope.
“Just off the wires not ten minutes ago, Lieutenants,” he said. “I was
going to hunt you up on the beach. Thought you might want it pronto.”
“You thought right,” Dave grinned, and swapped a quarter for the War
Department wire.
He waited until the bellhop had gone on his way, and then feverishly
tore open the envelope. Freddy Farmer looked over his shoulder. It was
addressed to them both, and it read:
“Arriving Oakland Base, San Francisco, tonight at eight. Take
plane or train but be sure to meet me. Important.