“Threw me off my bike! We—we had a terrible fight. It was a woman or a boy in a white snow suit. Woman, I think. The Spanish hairdresser, I shouldn’t wonder!”
“The Spanish hairdresser!” Betty’s eyes opened wide.
“Yes—I have her picture.” Norma dug into the pocket of her coat.
“It—it’s gone!” she gasped. “It was the Spanish hairdresser. The picture was what she wanted. I—I lost the fight after all.”
“Not by a long way,” Betty declared stoutly. “If she’s around here, we’ll get her yet. I—
“Wait,” she held up a hand, then listened.
“Five more planes going out. We’ll get that sub.”
CHAPTER XX
PATSY WATCHES THREE SHADOWS
Once again Tom McCarthy and Rosa climbed to the upper sky where the stars seemed to reach down for them and the air was bitter cold.