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The one week on which I had planned for the trip, had lengthened into nearly three weeks. 
Cal had flown eleven hundred and seventy three miles in thirteen hundred and eight nine minutes flying time. 

Cal had flown eleven hundred and seventy three miles in thirteen hundred and eighty nine minutes flying time. Eighteen days elapsed time. 

I was invited by the Armour representatives and also by Cal to accompany the train to the west coast as their guest, but my own work had been neglected for three weeks so I said goof bye to a wonderful lot of fellows, wished Cal. God speed and went on into Chicago.

At the invitation of Howard Benell I went to the Armour general offices. There I met Mr J Ogden Armour, who asked innumerable questions regarding the flight thus far. 

My once "first suit" was a wreck from grease spots, rips, tears and wrinkles. 
When I apologized for my appearance, Mr Armour, with [[strikethrough]]a bit of[[/strikethrough]] a twinkle in his eyes asked me if I hadn't an expense account.