“I see. The light flashed, the bell rang, and then the storekeeper really knew all about it?”
“Yes. But the light sometimes failed, so we put on bells with different tones. Each line spoke for itself.” Norma laughed. “We called it the musical switchboard.”
“And you say you’ve never worked?” The examiner laughed.
“That! Why, that was just fun!”
“Perhaps it was. The best work in the world is the kind we can think of as fun. All that time you were fitting yourself for two of our most important departments—Communication and Interceptor Control.”
“Can—can you really use me?” Norma was close to tears.
“Can we? Oh! My child!” The examiner all but embraced her. “We’ll make a major out of you! See if we don’t!”
CHAPTER III
INTERCEPTOR CONTROL
Norma was not long in discovering the reason for that last surprising outburst of her examiner. When at last the report was finished, they looked up to find the row of chairs empty.