Like many another pilot's wife, Mrs. "Cash" Chamberlain has listened for years at 3,105 kilocycles on the short-wave radio for her husband's cheery voice while he, a 1,000,000-mile veteran, was on his Northwest Airlines runs. One night last week, after she had heard his buoyant "okay" as he left the plateau airport at Miles City, Mont., his voice suddenly came in again, strained, desperate: "Dispatcher! Dispatcher!" Later that night she learned that he, his crack copilot, Raymond B. Norby, and their two passengers were dead. Just out of Miles City in a light...
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