“It’s quite possible.”
“But how could they learn that I—”
“A sieve,” said Osceola sententiously, “isn’t the only thing that leaks. Someone in Washington has spilled the goldarned beans, inadvertently or not.”
“If you’re right, Osceola, this is serious business.”
“Of course it is. What are you going to do about it?”
“Wait, watch and listen. I’m due in Washington next week to receive my orders. Until then, I shall do nothing.”
“And I guess you’re right, at that. My surmises may be all wet, though I doubt it. Just the same, we’ve nothing concrete to go on except that a lad climbs in the window and goes through your desk.”
Bill closed the drawer. “Let’s forget it, then,” he suggested. “At least for today. You and I, old Rain-in-the-face, have a heavy date. Had you forgotten it?”
“Not likely. When you’re engaged, a fella can’t think of anything else but the next date!”
“You’ve sure got it bad,” grinned Bill. “Thank goodness, I’m still heart whole and fancy free!”