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vacant space at one end of the case. With a broad grin on his face he slowly looked down at my boots and said, "Your shoes will just fit in my empty case. What is the name, please?"
Leaving the train at Visp Ave got the car we had left there two weeks before and drove to Brigue for the night. And here began a series of bad omens that would have made a superstitious man forget all about aeroplanes and mountain flying. As Ave registered at the inn the porter pointed out a clothcovered statue in the tiny courtyard and asked us if Ave, as Americans, wouldn't like to donate something to it. Upon inquiry Ave found that the statue Avas to be unveiled the next day and that it had been erected to the memory of all SAviss aviators Avho had lost their lives in attempts to cross the Alps.
After dinner, while sitting on the porch and staring at the shroud-covered figure in the courtyard, the landlord's son approached and inquired Avho Avas to be our pilot the next day. When I told him he slowly shook his head, saying, "It is too bad you cannot obtain Monsieur So-and-so." The reason I couldn't get Monsieur So-and-so, was because he had crashed in the mountains two weeks before and they hadn't found his body yet.
We left the inn at daylight the next morning as Ave Avere due at the flying field, fifty miles away, at seven-thirty. Driving out of the courtyard a black cat scuttled across our path. Ten miles down the road I narrowly missed a collision with an undertaker's wagon. Rounding a sharp curve into the main square of the little town of Montana Ave plumped right into an early morning funeral. We stepped out of the car and had to stand hat in hand for tAventy minutes. We arrived at the field on time but without breakfast. No plane in sight — only a few fiags to show us that it really was a landing field. At eleven o'clock a messenger from a nearby hotel arrived on foot and informed us that the aeroplane4 had been unable to leave the ground at Berne because of a strong wind but the pilot would try again the following morning. So we spent the rest of the day waiting for Friday.
It Avas a small Fokker plane Avith a two-hundred-horse-power
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