though perhaps, he reflected, that was carrying imagination too far.
Well, whatever Cindy knew or guessed, he supposed it didn't really matter. After all, she was the one who had asked for a divorce, so why should she object to someone else in Mel's life, however much or little Tanya meant, and he wasn't sure of that himself? But then, Mel reminded himself, that was a logical way of thinking. Women---including Cindy, and probably Tanya---were seldom logical.
The last thought proved right.
"How nice for you," Cindy told him with pseudo sweetness, "that it isn't just dull old delegations who come to you with problems." She eyed Tanya. "You did say you have a problem?"
Tanya returned the inspection levelly. "I said I wanted some advice."
"Oh, really! What kind of advice? Was it business, personal?... Or perhaps you've forgotten."
"Cindy," Mel said sharply, "that's enough! You've no reason..."
"No reason for what? And why is it enough?" His wife's voice was mocking; he had the impression that in a perverse way she was enjoying herself. "Aren't you always telling me I don't take enough interest in your problems? Now I'm all agog about your friend's problem... that is, if there is one."
Tanya said crisply, "It's about Flight Two." She added. "That's Trans America's flight to Rome, Mrs. Bakersfeld. It took off half an hour ago."
Mel asked, "What about Flight Two?"
"To tell the truth"---Tanya hesitated---"I'm not really sure."
"Go ahead," Cindy said. "Think of something."
Mel snapped, "Oh, shut up!" He addressed Tanya, "What is it?"
Tanya glanced at Cindy, then told him of her conversation with Customs Inspector Standish. She described the man with the suspiciously held attache case, whom Standish suspected of smuggling.
"He went aboard Flight Two?"
"Yes."
"Then even if your man was smuggling," Mel pointed out, "it would be into Italy. The U.S. Customs people don't worry about that. They let other countries look out for themselves."
"I know. That's the way our D.T.M. saw it." Tanya described the exchange between herself and the District Transportation Manager, ending with the latter's irritable but firm instruction, "Forget it!"
Mel looked puzzled. "Then I don't see why..."
"I told you I'm not sure, and maybe this is all silly. But I kept thinking about it, so I started checking."
"Checking what?"
Both of them had forgotten Cindy.
"Inspector Standish," Tanya said, "told me that the man---the one with the attache case---was almost the last to board the flight. He must have been because I was at the gate, and I missed seeing an old woman..." She corrected herself. "That part doesn't matter. Anyway, a few minutes ago I got hold of the gate agent for Flight Two and we went over the manifest and tickets together. He couldn't remember the man with the case, but we narrowed it down to five names."
"And then?"
"Just on a hunch I called our check-in counters to see if anyone remembered anything about any of those five people. At the airport counters, nobody did. But downtown, one of the agents did remember the man---the one with the case. So I know his name; the description fits... everything."
"I still don't see what's so extraordinary. He had to check in somewhere. So he checked in downtown."
"The reason the agent remembered him," Tanya said, "is that he didn't have any baggage, except the little case. Also, the agent said, he was extremely nervous."
"Lots of people are nervous..." Abruptly Mel stopped. He frowned. "No baggage! For a flight to Rome!"
"That's right. Except for the little bag the man was carrying, the one Inspector Standish noticed. The agent downtown called it a briefcase."
"But nobody goes on that kind of journey without baggage. It doesn't make sense."
"That's what I thought." Again Tanya hesitated. "It doesn't make sense unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you happen to know already that the flight you're on will never get to where it's supposed to be going. If you knew that, you'd also know that you wouldn't need any baggage."
"Tanya," Mel said softly, "what are you trying to say?"
She answered uncomfortably, "I'm not sure; that's why I came to you. When I think about it, it seems silly and melodramatic, only..."
"Go on."
"Well, supposing that man we've been talking about isn't smuggling at all; at least, in the way we've all assumed. Supposing the reason for him not having any luggage, for being nervous, for holding the case the way Inspector Standish noticed... suppose instead of having some sort of contraband in there... he has a bomb."
Their eyes held each other's steadily. Mel's mind was speculating, assessing possibilities. To him, also, the idea which Tanya had