Camp convened at 12 noon, as we spent the morning helping to get members of the Other Sex to enlist. We pinned a pink Carnation on each Enlister, and had to send for more several times. We had quite a Crowd there and it was very polite except one, who said he would enlist twice for one kiss. The Officer however took him by the ear and said the Army did not wish such as he. He then through (threw?) him out.
This morning I warned the new Chauffeur, feeling that if he had by chance any Milatary Secrets in the Garage he should know about William.
“William!” he said, looking up from where he was in the Repair Pit at the time. “William!”
“I am sorry, Henry,” I said, in a quiet voice. “But I fear that William is not what he apears to be.”
“I think you must be mistaken, miss.” He then hamered for some time. When he was through he climbed out and said: “There’s to much Spy talk going on, to my thinking, miss. And anyhow, what would a Spy be after in this house?”
“Well,” I observed, in an indignant manner, for I am sensative and hate to have my word doubted, “as my father is in a business which is now War Secrets and nothing else, I can understand, if you can’t.”
He then turned on the engine and made a terrable noise, to see if hitting on all cylinders. When he shut it off I told him about William spending a half hour in the Garage the day before. Although calm before he now became white with anger and said:
“Just let me catch him sneaking around here, and I’ll—what’s he after me for anyhow? I haven’t got any Milatary Secrets.”
I then sugested that we work together, as I felt sure William was after my father’s blue prints and so on, which were in the Dispach Case in the safe at night. He said he was not a Spy-catcher, but if I caught William at any nonsense I might let him know, and if he put a padlock on the outside of his door and mother saw it and raised a fuss, I could stand up for him.
I agreed to do so.