said eagerly.
Charlieâs gaze was withering, and even I knew better than that. âAnd tell her what?â Iasked. âWhatâs our evidence? Our proof? The police arenât going to arrest anybody on our say-so, without proof!â
âBut the clerk described that Upton guy! Thatâs enough to take him in for questioning, isnât it?â
âWhat good will that do?â Charlie said. âUnless thereâs some real evidence? All he has to do is say he doesnât know what weâre talking about. Or that he spoke to Mrs. Basker about something perfectly innocent, like she dropped a coin and he picked it up and handed it to her. It would be his word against ours, and figure out who theyâre going to believe. As long as sheâs unconscious, Mrs. Basker isnât going to accuse him of attacking her. We didnât see him do anything to Mrs. Basker or even speak to her.â
âThe guy in the Hawaiian shirt followed her when she left her stuff with us,â I said, finally remembering. âShe walked away and when I turned around to look at her, he was heading in the same direction.â
âBut it was Uptonâif thatâs really his nameâshe was seen with in the gift shop,âCharlie mused. âAnd now theyâre both on this plane, talking together and pretending they werenât when you saw them, which means theyâre probably in cahoots, right?â
âRight,â Eddie and I said in a chorus.
âWe talked about it before,â I added, âonly then it didnât seem particularly important, and now it does. The Hawaiian-shirt guy didnât fly with us from Sea-Tac, but he showed up in Portland only a little while after we landed there. He sat around in Seattle for at least half an hour before our flight left. If he was coming here, why didnât he get on that plane?â
âMaybe he was only going as far as Portland,â Eddie said, âand Flight 211 wasnât scheduled to land there, remember?â
Before I had decided that Eddie had, for once, said something sensible, Charlie asked, âThen why is he now on the plane to San Francisco? This gets fishier and fishier. There wasnât another plane to Portland or San Francisco on that TV screen schedule, not on our airline or our gate. I read it several times to see if anything had changed while we were sitting there waiting.â
âThen how did he get here?â I demanded in a fierce half-whisper. âWhy would he take another airline after heâd sat there as if he were waiting for our flight?â
âHe could have gone on an errand and missed the flight,â Charlie said, thinking it out as he went, âor he could have changed his mind about going until it was too late. And then he decided he had to go, after all, andâand chartered a plane, I suppose. Those small planes donât fly as fast as the jets, but we were on the ground in Portland for quite a while before he showed up, werenât we? Time enough for even a small plane to have made it.â
I was dubious. âDoesnât it cost an awful lot to charter a plane?â
âNot necessarily. Sometimes it doesnât cost any more than regular airline tickets. Besides, if it was really important, the cost might not matter to him.â
âLike,â Eddie ventured, âif they were gang members who robbed a bank, and Mrs. Basker double-crossed them and took off with the loot, and they had to chase her.â
âOh, Eddie,â I said in exasperation, âthis isserious! Try to think of something logical, will you? She sat right there in front of Hawaiian shirt, and he didnât do anything, did he? Do you think sheâd have sat talking to usâor he would have ignored herâif sheâd been stealing their stolen money?â
Eddie didnât give up. âProbably he didnât want to knock her over the head while there were