"But his pay status has not until now been brought to my attention.
I'll see what I can do. Obviously, you think it's important, or you wouldn't have brought it up."
"Do I detect an ever-so-subtle reprimand?"
"Not at all," Doug lass said, and smiled.
"As a matter of fact, I was about to tell you that a number of people have been saying nice things about you. After that I was going to tell you I think you're doing a fine job keeping the admiral happy."
"Is that what this is all about?" Canidy asked. "You're not interested in the nice things people have been saying about you?"
"Go ahead," Canidy said. "Our friend at Pan American told the colonel that you are an unusually bright, unusually capable young man." Canidy was embarrassed. "Perfectly capable of supervising the Curtiss flight by yourself from here on in," Doug lass finished. "I saw that you had the plane moved to Lakehurst," Canidy said.
"But before we go any further, there is one little detail that seems to have been overlooked: I've never flown a C-46."
"No problem," Baker said.
"You won't be flying it anyway."
"Who will?" Canidy asked. "I'm not finished with the nice reports," Doug lass said.
"I had occasion last night to discuss you with an Air Corps officer.
To hear him tell it, You combine the character traits of a Boy Scout with the flying skill of Baron von Richthofen." It took Canidy a moment to guess what was up. Then he broke into a broad smile.
"Oh," he said, "have you by any chance been talking to your son and namesake? Is Doug back?"
"He's been back about a month. He was home. He stopped off here, on his way to Alabama. He's been made a major, and they gave him a fighter group, P-3 8s."
"I'm glad to hear that," Canidy said. "I took what he said about you with a large grain of salt, of course," Doug lass said.
"But I thought I would pass it on." Canidy laughed.
"Who is going to fly the African mission?" he asked. "African mission?"
Baker asked incredulously. "That depends in large part on you," Captain Doug lass said, ignoring Baker and acknowledging that Canidy's suspicions were correct. "I don't understand," he said. Doug lass handed him one of the service records.
"This is the man we would like to make the flight," he said.
"Do you think he could handle it? Canidy took the records and found the Air Corps captain's flight records. The officer had entered the service with several hundred hours of single-engine civilian time, taken a quickie course in a basic trainer, and then gone right into B-17s. He had picked up not quite two hundred hours as a B-17 pilot in command, and was currently commanding a bomber squadron. The first thing he thought was that the captain was not especially qualified for either a quick transition course to the C-46 or to fly across the Atlantic to Africa. And then he glanced at the pilot's name: Captain Stanley S.
Fine.
There were, Canidy thought, probably fifteen Stanley S. Fines in the Washington telephone directory, and three times that many in the directories of Los Angeles, New York, and Chicago, but he knew, somehow, that this one was his Stanley S. Fine. Canidy had first met Fine in Cedar Rapids, when he and Eric Fulmar were kids. When he and Eric, horsing around with matches fired from toy pistols intended to fire suction-cup darts, had managed to set an automobile on fire, Fine had rushed to Cedar Rapids to buy the guy a new Studebaker, free them from the clutches of a fat lady of the juvenile Authority, and, most important, to keep the whole escapade out of the newspapers. Fulmar had told him Stanley S. Fine was a lawyer who worked for his uncle, who owned most of Continental Motion Picture Studios. His responsibilities included keeping the secret that "America's Sweetheart," THE SECRET WARRIORS R 121
Monica Carlisle, had not only been married but had a thirteen-year-old son by the name of Eric Fulmar. The last time Canidy had seen Fine had been here in Washington just before he and Eddie Bitter had gone off to the Flying Tigers. They had had dinner with Chesly Whittaker and Cynthia Chenowith. Fine had some business with Donovan's law firm.
The more he thought about it, the more it would be an extraordinary coincidence if this B- 17 pilot was not the same Stanley S. Fine. "I think I know this guy," Canidy said. "Colonel Donovan thought you might remember Captain Fine," Doug lass said. "The question you were asked, Canidy," Baker said, "is whether you think he can handle the mission."
"According to this, he's a qualified multi engine pilot with long distance navigation experience," Canidy said.
"But certainly there ought to be better-qualified people around for something like the African flight. "But he could handle it?" Doug lass pursued. "Yeah, I think he could."
"We'll arrange for an experienced crew to go with him," Doug lass said.
"That's presuming you can talk him into volunteering." Canidy looked at Doug lass thoughtfully for a moment.
All "You don't mean talking him into volunteering for just this flight," he said.