“Good old Rosa,” Norma murmured. “So I was partly right and partly wrong about all this spy business?”
“Yes. It is often like that.”
“How’s Tom?” Norma sat up suddenly.
“Tom’s all right,” was the reply. “He came round almost at once. And was he mad when he knew you were gone!”
“Then he wasn’t really injured?”
“She couldn’t hit him very hard.”
“She?”
“Yes, the Spanish hairdresser. You guessed right there again. She turned out to be a professional spy, the lowest creature on earth. Sperry knew her the moment his eyes fell on her. She’s through spying for good and all.”
“Someone took my camera twice,” said Norma. “Perhaps she did that.”
“No. I’m sorry to tell you, but that was Lena. The pictures she took, however, were of no consequence.”