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Murder on the Dirigible

MACALLISTER: (enters cockpit; other passengers get up, stretch,
move around, mutter) Java time, Captain. And for you, too,
Lieutenant. (hands out cups)

PERKINSON: (sips) Oh, that’s hot! Are the lights still on out there,
Miss MacAllister?

MACALLISTER: Yes, but not for long.

PERKINSON: Then I’ll just go see a man about a dog. (leaves
cockpit)

MATTHEWS: How are the passengers, Lucille? Getting settled
down all right?

MACALLISTER: Well, I don’t know. (sits in Perkinson’s chair)
You seem to get a lot of odd characters on these flights to and from
Los Angeles. There’s even one woman who claims she owns the
airline!

MATTHEWS: Oh? What did she say?

MACALLISTER: It’s not so much what she said as what she did:
after I told her we didn’t serve alcoholic beverages on board, she
went back and found something herself in the galley, I don’t know
what.

MATTHEWS: Hmm. Let me see that passenger list over there on
top of Perkinson’s navigational log book. Yes. As a matter of fact she
does own a percentage of West Coast Helium Navigation. And I see
she’s not travelling alone.

MACALLISTER: That’s right. A Mr. Fisk seems to be with her. Do
you know him?

MATTHEWS: Yes, I have met the gentleman on one or two
occasions.

MACALLISTER: He certainly has better manners than the lady, I
must say.

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