“Sure, Mr. Sperry could show it to Sergeant Tom for identification. I have three films now. I’ll take them to that photographer tomorrow.”
CHAPTER XIV
PALE HANDS
Next morning at nine the girls, all but Lena, who had obtained permission to ride ahead on a bike, piled into two jeeps and were driven away to the photographer’s studio.
The moment Norma stepped into the studio she had a strange feeling that she had seen it before. Its walls were crowded with pictures, many of them officers in uniform—from the fort above their post, she guessed. Then too, there were ship’s officers, some of them from the United States and British Navies. There were pictures from the wilds of Maine and Canada as well, wolves prowling over the snow, a moose charging up from the waters of a lake, and many others. There were many wonderful pictures in the collection and she was charmed at the thought of having her films developed and printed here.
If the studio had been a surprise, the proprietor, as he came bustling into the room, was a great shock. His hair was white and bristling. His face was lined in spite of its round softness. It was he whom she had seen at the gate of Harbor Bells, he who had growled at her because she threw her light upon him.
“Good grief!” she whispered to Betty. “I hope he doesn’t recognize me!”
“Recognize you?” Betty murmured in surprise.
“Shish!” Norma warned. She had never told Betty of that other encounter.
In her hand she held the films she wished developed. “Will you do these for me?” she asked.