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Stone was at his desk the following morning when Joan buzzed him. “Mr. Jim Hackett on one,” she said.
Stone picked up the phone. “Good morning, Jim,” he said.
“A perfectly wonderful dinner last night, Stone, and with very fine company.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jim. We were happy to have you.”
“Dame Felicity turned out to be much more… approachable than I had surmised from our first meeting.”
“A couple of glasses of Champagne will do that.”
“Well, thanks again. Now to business: you’re mine for the next two, two and a half weeks. I’ve cleared this with Bill Eggers, so clear your decks.”
“All right. What do I do?”
“Someone is sitting in your outer office at this moment who will explain everything. I probably won’t speak to you again until you’ve completed your assignment, so have a good time.”
“I’ll try,” Stone
said, but Hackett had already hung up.
Joan buzzed. “A Ms. Ida Ann Dunn to see you, representing Mr. James Hackett.”
“Send her in,” Stone said.
A handsome woman of about fifty entered his office carrying a satchel and followed by Joan, who was carrying two other cases. “Good morning, Mr. Barrington,” she said, dropping her heavy satchel on his desk and opening it.
“Please call me Stone.”
“And you may call me Ida Ann,” she replied, hefting a large three-ring notebook from her satchel and dropping it with a thump before him. “Over the next five days or so, you will memorize this,” she said. The cover read Operators Manual, Cessna 510. “And this,” she said, placing a smaller book on top of it, the title of which was Garmin G-1000 Cockpit Reference Guide.
“After the five-day study period with me, you will meet Mr. Dan Phelan, who will instruct you in the actual flying of the Cessna 510. After thirty or forty hours in the airplane, you’ll take a check ride with an FAA examiner, who will issue you a type rating for the 510. Any questions? No, never mind. I’ll ask the questions; you start reading.”
Stone opened the operator’s manual. “Why am I doing this?” he asked.
“If you’ll forgive me, Mr. Barrington-Stone-that’s a rather stupid question. You are doing this because Mr. Hackett is paying you to do so.”
“Of course,” Stone replied. He picked up the phone and buzzed Joan.
“Yes?”
“Clear my schedule for the next two weeks,” he said. “Make that two and a half weeks.”
“That will be easy,” Joan replied. “The only thing we have scheduled for the next two and a half weeks is a visit from the Xerox man and, probably, several visits from Herbie Fisher.”
“You deal with the first fellow, then tell Mr. Fisher I’ll be unavailable. And hold all my calls, except those of Felicity Devonshire.”
“You betcha,” she replied and hung up.
Ida Ann Dunn now had a laptop projector set up on the conference table and a screen hung on a wall. “Come over here, please, Stone, and bring the operator’s manual with you.”
Stone took a seat at the conference table, and Ida Ann began. By the time Stone was allowed to have a sandwich at the conference table, she had covered structural systems, electrical systems and lighting with slides and animation, while he kept up the pace in the manual. She ate wordlessly, flipping through her notes.
After lunch, Ida Ann covered the master warning system, the fuel system, auxiliary power system and power plant. Promptly at five p.m., Ida Ann switched off the projector and handed Stone several sheets of paper.
“Quiz time,” she said. “As you will note, the examination is multiple choice. You have forty minutes.”