“Do you know a Chinaman, belonging to the labor battalion, who wears a hideous birthmark on his left cheek?” she questioned in reply.
“Merely that I would suggest your making his acquaintance. I think perhaps you may find him worth while.”
“Cultivating or watching?” asked the Intelligence officer, regarding her keenly.
“The latter.”
“Thank you. What is his name?”
“I have not heard. I will find out if you wish.”
The officer nodded.
“Who is Miss Marshall, if I am permitted to ask? I know it seems an impertinence on my part to question an officer, but I want to know,” declared the Overton girl laughing. “I believe that is quite a common excuse with women for asking questions, but it is comprehensive.”
The captain glanced about them and invited Grace to sit down with him on a bench. The air was quite chill, but the view up and down the river was an attractive one.