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Murder on the Dirigible

FISK: Ah, no, excuse me, Miss. Just stretching my legs. (goes back to
seat; some others standing, as well)

MACALLISTER: May I have your attention, please. I am going to
turn out the lights now. If I can be of assistance, please contact me in
the rear of the compartment. Do try to have consideration for your
fellow passengers, who may be trying to sleep. I will be serving coffee
at six-thirty a.m., half an hour before we land at Sutro Field. Thank
you. (walks to galley, turns off lights, and sits down; begins reading a
magazine)

FISK: (tiptoes back to galley and whispers) Miss: I must ask you a few
questions.

MACALLISTER: Yes, Mr. Fisk?

FISK: This may sound rather indelicate, but I need to know
something about the captain.

MACALLISTER: Captain Matthews? Why, whatever do you mean?

FISK: Heh-heh, please don’t misunderstand my intentions. I have
the best interests of this company at heart. Mrs. Pomello has
entrusted me with making certain investigations into the operation of
this dirigible. It is imperative that I discover the source of—

MATTHEWS: (enters galley with coffee cups) Excuse me. I thought
I’d save you a trip, Miss MacAllister. Everything all right back here?

FISK: Oh, yes, yes, Captain. I’ll just be getting back to my seat.
(leaves)

MATTHEWS: Was he bothering you?

FISK: (from seat, to hirnself) Ouch! Now, what the hell is that doing
there?

MACALLISTER: Uh, not not really. I guess he just needed someone
to talk to, that’s all.

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