There is no lie so totally convincing as something the other fellow already knows-for-sure is the truth. And no cover-story so convincing…
s message had been received.
Then a red gleam came into being on the control board.
"What the hell?" said the co-pilot.
The pilot swore. "I told 'em that door was weak! We've ripped the luggage door off her hinges. Feel her shake?"
The co-pilot looked grim. "Good thing it happened now instead of in mid-flight. At that speed, we'd been torn apart."
"Blown to bits, you mean," said the pilot. "Let's bring her in."
By that time, Spencer Candron was a long way below the ship, falling like a stone, a big suitcase clutched tightly in his arms. He knew that the Chinese radar was watching the jetliner, and that it had undoubtedly picked up two objects dropping from the craft--the door and one other. Candron had caught the pilot's mental signal--anything that powerful could hardly be missed--and had opened the door and leaped.
But those things didn't matter now. Without a parachute, he had flung himself from the plane toward the earth below, and his onl