The Clue of the Gold Coin

Swirls of heavy snowflakes, driven by a brisk wind that whistled across the vast expanse of concrete runways that is New York City’s Idlewild Airport, dashed against the big pic...

Three mornings later Vicki, Cathy, and Johnny Baker strolled across the concrete apron in front of Gate Five at Idlewild to board the ship for their return run to Tampa. Today t...

Vicki said good-by to Captain March, Johnny, and Cathy and strolled leisurely through the air terminal waiting room, watching the milling crowds of people which always fascinate...

One of the nicest things about Vicki’s New York-Tampa assignment was staying at the Curtins’ home. Yesterday afternoon, after Vicki had come from the airport, she and Louise had...

After Mr. Curtin had eaten a hurried lunch and departed for committee headquarters to await any new developments in the gold coin mystery, Vicki and her two hostesses went for a...

When, six hours later in New York, Vicki entered the large apartment she shared with five other Federal Airlines hostesses, she found the place a shambles. Furniture was piled u...

New York had been icy cold and covered with a blanket of snow. Now, as Captain March banked his big airplane into the landing pattern over Tampa, it was as though Vicki were on...

The FBI man greeted Vicki with a tired smile and offered her a chair. He looked as though he hadn’t had too many hours of restful sleep during the past few nights.

Heavy storms, carrying snow, hail, fog, and winds of gale proportions had swirled down out of the northwest and enveloped the entire Atlantic seaboard from the Carolinas northwa...

In the street outside it had suddenly grown dark, with the last, brilliant red rays of the setting sun bathing the housetops to the west in a crimson glow. The crowds in the str...

Vicki had a restless night. This was unusual, because her healthy young body ordinarily enabled her to drop off into restful slumber almost as soon as she turned off the light....

Promptly at three o’clock Vicki entered the airport terminal building. From a pay phone she put in a call for Mr. Quayle’s office upstairs. He had asked her to report anything t...

When Vicki arrived back in Tampa the next day, she went directly to John Quayle’s office to see if he had any news of Amos Tytell. The office was closed. She found a taxi and dr...

“Better not let this go through Customs,” he said. “We don’t want anybody, even the Customs people, to know about it at this stage. If you will come with me, Miss Barr, I’m sure...

It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon, two days after Vicki’s hair-raising experience with Steve Miller’s airplane. Vicki, Mr. Curtin, Nina, Louise, John Quayle, and Joey Watson we...