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Show -342- Chapter Twenty-Pour As the Professor's airplane approached California, his anxiety began to mount. He lias spent a quiet and uneventful day v i s i t i n g his daughter and her family, shaking off the fatigue of the two previous days. Now he f e l t physically better than when he had left San Francisco, but the exhilaration that had been stiumlated by his v i s i t to the Midxrest university and his v i s i t with his daughter eroded in proportion to the distance as i t lessened betxreen him and the strike scene. To add to his discomfort, rain began to f a l l just before they passed over Sacramento, and he recalled a recent accident in xmich a plane carrying a gambling party, returning from Reno, had crashed into the coastal h i l l s , k i l l i n g forty-eight persons and the crew. They had been flying almost the same route that the Professor xas flying noxr. He kept his eyes on the window pane beside him, where nothing xas to be seen except streaks of gray xater cutting diagonally across the glass. He knew such fear was i r r a t i o n a l , and i t xas really not that intense, more a part of his general and unreasonable depression as they descended toxards the a i r p o r t , s t i l l , he xas cheered xrhen they dropped beneath the clouds, and he could see the waters of San Francisco Bay not far ahead. It took only a few moments to reach and cross the familiar xaters, and, then they were dipping onto the long runway with the lisual |