“That sounds innocent enough,” said Rita Warren.
“I hoped you’d say that, but the airplane story is, well, sort of different.”
Norma told of the time Rosa had come very close to running away with a secret fighter plane.
“What in the world made her do that?” Rita Warren exclaimed, when the story was finished.
“I’m sure I don’t know,” Norma seemed troubled. Then she exclaimed, “Oh, I’m sorry I told you! I never wanted to suspect anyone of doing anything wrong!”
“It’s all right, your telling me,” was the reply.
“About Carl Langer, yes!” Norma exclaimed in a low, tense voice. “He’s a pig and in spite of the fact that he flatters me, I hate him. But Lena and Rosa—that’s different.” Her voice dropped. “Rosa’s been a good sport and a regular pal. And Lena—well, she practically saved our lives in that storm.”
“You forget that she was, at the same time, saving her own life.”
“Yes—oh—yes, of course, but, Lieutenant Warren!” Norma’s voice rose. “There is still more to be told about Carl Langer!”
“Let’s hear it!”