“But don’t you know all these ladies, Tom?”
“No, Major. I don’t. I work at night, you know.”
“So all the soldiers don’t know all the WACs?” the Major exclaimed. “We’ll fix that. We’ll hold a dance.”
Then suddenly his face purpled. “By thunder!” he exclaimed. “It’s happened! A lady spy in a WAC uniform! It was bound to be that way. But why must we be her first victims! Tom, how much did you tell her?”
“To tell the truth. Major,” Tom smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t tell her much—at least nothing of importance. The truth is, sir, some of us boys sort of feel that having the girls around—well, sir—that’s fine. But when they start doing our work—”
“Then you didn’t tell her about secret devices and all that?” the Major broke in.
“Not a thing that she couldn’t have gotten out of a book.”
“That’s fine!” the Major exclaimed. “Glad to see you so cautious.”
“Beg pardon, sir,” said Tom. “But this is my time for sleeping. I’ll see you all at the dance.” He grinned broadly as he went out.
“This thing must be looked into at once,” said the Major. “I’ll have a man in for that purpose. I shall need your help.”