I wake up at 5:00 a.m., refreshed and feeling excited. A trip to Nice will be just the ticket to rid me of the bad taste Krammer left in my mouth. And I still have plenty of time to luxuriate in the opulence of the hotel before I head for the hanger.

I bounce out of bed and call the front desk to have breakfast sent to my room. Now for a delicious perfumed bath. Nothing like a good soak in a hot tub to remove the residue of a sour experience. If that man had put even one meaty finger on my plane! Grrr!

I'm dressed and ready to head for the airstrip by 5:45 a.m. Good thing I have a few flight suits. I hear a light rap on the door. That'll be Big Jim. We have to give the plane an overhaul before departure. And we'll have to make at least one stop for fuel on the way. Greece seems a good bet.

I grab my flight bag and a clean pair of overalls and join my co-pilot in the hallway. There seems to have been quite a bit of excitement while I slept. Everywhere I look there's a detective searching for clues. I ask Jim if he knows what happened, but he just shrugs and says he hasn't a clue.

"It couldn't be Krammer," I worry aloud. "He's in jail where he belongs. I do hope the MacRoths are safe! They've already been through more than enough. Let's ask after them on our way out."