“I will let you hear from me early in the morning, Mrs. Gray.”
“And I will have a car to take you to the balloons or on toward the front,” added the general. “Then that is settled.”
“You spoke of spies a few moments ago,” spoke up Captain Boucher inquiringly. “I was wondering if you had anything in mind?”
“Likewise, I was wondering if you were having any spy scares?” answered Grace.
Captain Boucher reflected briefly.
“We are,” he said. “I am revealing no military secrets when I say that we are.”
“You may speak frankly before Mrs. Gray, Captain,” interjected the general. “She is something of an investigator herself, and if ever you get in a pickle call on her to assist you.”
“And make a mess of the case,” finished “Captain” Grace. “Pardon me.”
“Military information of a vital nature is percolating to the enemy. Of course an army always has and always will have traitors in it, enemy subjects, I mean, but we thought we had stopped all the leaks. It appears that we haven’t.”
“It is an impossible task, Captain,” observed Grace.