As Norma turned to go in she whispered, “Lieutenant Warren said she would go with me to Langer’s place, but not tomorrow. I hope she makes it soon.”
CHAPTER XXII
FLIGHT OF THE BLACK PIGEON
“I’m going to miss you terribly,” Norma said to Betty, as they all gathered at the fisherman’s wharf next day.
“Wish you were going along to Black Knob,” said Betty. “I know it’s going to be loads of fun, and there might be a thrill or two. Who knows?”
“Thrills,” Norma shuddered. She had not fully recovered from the shock of being sat upon by a white-robed figure in the dark. Every muscle in her body ached and there were three long scratches on her cheek.
“Tell me all about it, when you get to work,” she whispered, drawing Betty to one side.
“Tell you!” Betty exclaimed. “Why, my voice doesn’t carry that far!”
“No, but your hands will.” There was a note of secrecy in Norma’s voice. “They have a wonderful way of talking to the folks on shore, from over there—”
“Ah! A mystery!” Betty exclaimed in a whisper.