As they climbed into the jeeps, Norma heard a pigeon cooing and, looking up to the studio roof, she saw two pigeons. They were jet black. This gave her a start, but she said never a word.
They were halfway back to the post when suddenly she realized that she had left her films without any decision having been made about them.
“I left my films,” she said to Betty. “Do you suppose he’ll develop them?”
“My guess is that he will.”
Betty’s guess was right. And this Norma would live to regret.
“All the while I was there I felt I had been in that place before,” said Norma.
“I shouldn’t wonder,” was Betty’s strange reply.
There was one extra person in the squad which meant that while the others were taking their turn at training, three at a time, one was free to undertake some special task. This was Norma’s day off.
“Norma,” Lieutenant Warren said to her after she had spent the greater part of the day working over some special type of chart, “I think you told me once that you had ridden a motorcycle.”
“Oh, yes, many times,” was the quick reply. “My father and I used to cover part of his territory on a motorcycle.”