“This appeared to offend him. Or did it? I couldn’t quite tell.
“He let a cloth fall over the picture. Then with a look that seemed to say: ‘You may know too much,’ he led me from the room. That look puzzled me for a long time.”
“But it doesn’t any more,” Norma suggested.
“Bright girl!” Lieutenant Warren exclaimed. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Why? What happened?” Betty asked.
“Well. I left India and returned to America. I heard nothing from my photographer for a long, long time. Then England and Germany went to war.
“One day I had a letter from a friend in India. In it she said, ‘You know that photographer who took such a shine to you? Well, he’s dead. The British jerked him up and shot him as a master spy.’”
“Oh!” Norma breathed.
“End of romance,” Betty exclaimed.
“Oh, it wasn’t quite that, but I was shocked, to think that I could be so dumb. Those pigeons were, of course, for carrying messages all over India to his fellow-spies. The dogs were to ward off strangers.”