I may not be able to fly like the Frenchman, but he can't handle the wireless as I can, and he isn't the chain-lightning chauffeur that Carstairs is.

Please to remember those facts." "I do.

But here comes Lannes, the man of mystery." Lannes seemed preoccupied, but he greeted Carstairs and Wharton warmly.
"I'm about to take another flight," he said.

"No, thank you so much, but I've time neither to eat nor to drink.

I must fly at once, though it's to be a short flight.