The moment they were tied up at the dock in their home port Captain MacQueen got in touch with Silent Storm.

“I understand you know this inventor C. K. Kennedy,” he said over the phone. “How well do you know him?”

“Quite well, I think,” was Storm’s modest reply.

“Fine,” said MacQueen. “How about having dinner with my friend, Sally, and me tonight?”

“That will be a pleasure,” said Silent Storm, sensing at once that something big regarding Sally’s secret radio was in the offing. “But why don’t we have the dinner at my house? It’s quiet and very secret.”

“That’s okay with me,” was the prompt reply.

“Make it seven o’clock,” said Storm.

“Sally and I will be there.” And they were.

When Sally had enjoyed one more delightful dinner in the Storm home she was led away once more to Silent Storm’s secret den. There, over black coffee, the three of them talked over the future.

“I have asked you to take a part in this,” Captain MacQueen said to Storm, “because you are an old friend of C. K. Kennedy and will, perhaps, know the best manner in which to approach him. This matter of the secret radio is one of great importance. And we cannot forget that he alone holds the secret of its extraordinary performance.”

“You overestimate my influence,” was Storm’s reply. “Wouldn’t Sally do quite as well?”

“Perhaps,” the Captain admitted, “but in battles of major importance I bring up all my forces. What I want to propose is that Sally, you, and I take a plane to Washington—our ship is to be tied up long enough for this—that we pick up a rather important Government man there, and that we then go on to Sally’s home town to interview Kennedy. What do you think of that, Sally?”

“Sounds all right to me,” said Sally. “I agree with you that Major Storm will be a great help.”

“How about it, Storm?” said the Captain. “Can you arrange for the time off?”

“Oh, beyond a doubt it can be arranged,” said Storm.

“Then we are all set.” Captain MacQueen heaved a sigh of relief.

The rest of that evening was given over to telling of the aircraft carrier’s journey and the important part the secret radio had played in the winning of her battles. When he had heard the story Silent Storm was more than eager to accompany them on their journey to the home of the great inventor.

“One thing must be understood from the start,” he said as the Skipper and Sally prepared to leave. “That is that I am a real friend of old C. K. and of Sally as well. If there are negotiations going on for old C. K.’s secret, I shall act, in a way, as his lawyer.”

“And you will see that he is treated fairly,” said the Captain.

“Not only that, but I shall see that he knows that he is being treated fairly,” Storm amended.

“That’s just what I had hoped for,” the Captain agreed.

The very next day, with Danny as co-pilot for a big twin-motored plane, they set off on their journey. Twenty-four hours later they were knocking at the door of the modest shop where the secret radio had first seen the light of day.

“Sally!” the aged inventor exclaimed at sight of her. “I’m glad to see you! But how is it that you are back so soon?”

“These men can tell you more about that than I can.” Sally was beaming. “You know Major Storm.”

“Oh, yes indeed!” The two men shook hands.

The other men were introduced and then, seated on rustic benches and chairs, they told the delighted old man the story of his secret radio.

“Sally, you have done all that I hoped and much more,” he exclaimed. There were tears in his eyes. “I shall never forget.”

“That’s just fine,” said Sally, rising a bit unsteadily to her feet. “I—I’m glad you are happy. And now I am going to leave you men to finish the business of the hour. I promised to show Danny our river.”

“Danny?” the old man laughed happily. “So you’ve got you a Danny? Well then, run along. I wouldn’t keep you for the world.”

After a long, delightful tramp over the river trail, Sally and Danny came to rest on a rustic bench overlooking the river.

“It’s really slow and peaceful,” Sally murmured.

“I’ll say it is, after what we’ve gone through,” Danny agreed. “My hands fairly ache for the controls of my plane.”

“Hands,” said Sally, with a sly smile, “are sometimes used for other purposes.”

“That’s right, they are,” Danny exclaimed, seizing Sally’s hand. Sally didn’t mind, so they sat there for a time in silence.

Then came the sound of voices. “They are looking for us,” said Sally. “Time for a crash landing.” She pulled her hand away.

“So here you are!” Captain MacQueen said a moment later.

“Well, folks,” said Silent Storm, “everything is arranged. The Government gets the secret radio and your old-friend C. K. gets a liberal payment.”

“And you, Sally, are to receive half of it,” said the Captain.

“What!” Sally sprang to her feet. “Why! That’s unfair!”

“He didn’t see it that way,” Storm replied quietly. “He felt that you have done more than he to make the radio a success. I advise that you accept his offer and allow things to stand as they are. It is for the good of your country as well as yourself, and there will be plenty for you both, I assure you.” Sally settled back in her place.

“Well,” she admitted, “it will be a good opportunity to help my country in another way. I’ll invest it in War Bonds right away. C. K. will really be aiding our nation in that way, then, too.”

“Yes,” said the Captain, “that is true. Kennedy wants you to have the bungalow you have always dreamed of, when peace has come again.”

“Won’t that be sweet?” Sally said, turning to Danny with a teasing smile. Danny said never a word.

“And C. K. wants you to come back to work with him as soon as the war is over,” Storm said with a grin.

Once more Sally turned to Danny. This time he spoke. “That,” he said, “will need a lot of thinking about.”

And so, for Sally, life seemed fairly well begun.

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