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Murder on the Dirigible

here it is. (scans it) Well, well: isn’t this interesting? Captain: do you
know about the other owners of this airline?

MATTHEWS: Nothing, really. I just pilot the dirigibles. I don’t know
or care much about what the bookkeepers on the ground are doing,
as long as I get my salary on time.

METCALF: Can you tell me why this meeting is scheduled for
tomorrow?

MATTHEWS: I haven’t the foggiest idea.

METCALF: Then I will ask someone else. (sticks head out of
cockpit) Oglethorpe!

OGLETHORPE: (startled, spills orange juice) Oh!

METCALF: Come in here. I have a couple of questions for you.

OGLETHORPE: (puts down glass, goes into cockpit; Metcalf
motions him to sit down) Yes?

METCALF: Just a few routine matters to clear up. How do you
happen to be on this flight?

OGLETHORPE: Well, classes ended last week, so I’m going home.

METCALF: Where is that?

OGLETHORPE: Actually, it’s a winery in Napa Valley. My father
owns it, and we spend the summers there.

METCALF: What is his name?

OGLETHORPE: Same as mine.

METCALF: You mean Nicholas Oglethorpe, Junior?

OGLETHORPE: Right. That’s my old man.

METCALF: (picks up paper from table) Just what I thought. I’ve got
the goods on you now, Oglethorpe.

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