“Thanks, very much.” The Major’s smile was slow. “I’ve had my breakfast. It’s your young ladies I wished to talk about. Now, zeal is a commendable virtue. But I really can’t have them coming to the Sea Tower demanding further education near midnight. It’s a bit demoralizing and, besides, that is the most important hour of all.”
“But I don’t understand,” Miss Warren looked puzzled. Turning to the girls she said:
“Which of you went to the Sea Tower after hours?”
Not a girl spoke.
“Do you see, Major?” She smiled. “Not one was there.”
“But are they all here now?”
“Yes, all here.”
“Then it was the ghost of a WAC, for Tom, my most trustworthy sergeant, told me a woman in a WAC uniform and with her identification card all correct, was at the Tower for an hour learning about charts and other matters last night. She looked dark and sort of Spanish,” he said.
They all looked at Rosa, but Rosa shook her head.
“She was in bed,” Lena stated simply. “We’re roommates.”