“First it is Carl Langer who looks like that spy. Then he acts like that spy. He steals my film. He refuses to take honest people’s pictures. He keeps black pigeons. And now I find him at his own rich estate back in the hills. It’s too much, far too much.”
CHAPTER XIX
A BATTLE IN THE NIGHT
Norma did not slacken her speed until she reached the shore road. When she passed through Granite Head lamps were being lighted. On coming to the narrow road leading to the spotter shed she caught a gleam of light up there. Feeling in need of friendship and good cheer, she sprang from her bike to go trudging up the hill.
She was given a joyous welcome by Bess and Beth.
“Come on in,” Bess exclaimed. “We’re just brewing a cup of tea.”
“Just what I need.” Nonna sank into a chair. “Tea, a kind word, and a smile.”
“You shall have all three,” Beth declared. “And you surely deserve it. Patsy told me all about your wild ride on the sea. Those bad Gremlins nearly got you that time.”
“Patsy? Is she over here?” Norma asked.
“No, not here,” was the reply. “She, too, can talk with her hands. Just as soon as she told me with those expressive hands of hers that you were out in the storm, I got on the wire and stayed there until I knew you were safe.”