HEDY LAMARR<br/><br/>When Johnston looked out the window and commented on the air battle I grew more annoyed at that German. His antics had made me miss the entire fight. It wasn't so much that I wanted to see how the pilots performed, although there was that, it was that as the captain of the<em>Blue Ridge</em>I needed to be on the ball about everything and being ignorant of an air-battle looked amateurish.<br/><br/>I nodded at Johnston's remarks about the German and let the subject drop. He was history and there was no need to keep on about him. Fortunately the subject got changed.<br/><br/><strong>"Denver? Just a cargo run. Picking up supplies for a friend. After we leave there I drop you off en-route to taking the cargo to its destination."</strong><br/><br/>Just then Benson returned from the galley and Steele came in looking a lot more presentable than he had this afternoon.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Dinner is ready, ma'am,"</em></strong>Benson said in his deep chocolate voice,<strong><em>"Please move through to the dining room at your leisure."</em></strong>He then served Steele a drink. All we had was the damn bourbon though I think there was a passable red to have with dinner. In a couple of days we'd have the cash to restock the larder and the wine cellar. I thanked my man servant and turned to Steele.<br/><br/><strong>"No need to salute Mister Steele, we're not a military vessel and I'm hardly in uniform. This is Mister Johnston, a passenger. He'll be with us for a couple of days. I'm dropping him off after we take on cargo at Denver. Johnston, this is Steele, my new navigator. Now tell me, please,"</strong>I said, turning back to the navigator,<strong>"~all about the fight as you saw it from the control car."</strong>