CHAPTER IV
A LIGHT IN THE NIGHT
On entering the small, crowded beauty parlor Norma found only one vacant chair. She looked at the girl standing behind the chair. “Spanish,” Norma thought. And yet her eyes were set at a slant like those of an Oriental. For all this she was decidedly not an Oriental.
“Oh, well.” Norma thought, “she looks capable. It will soon be time for rattling those trays again. And do I need to get my fingers wrapped round one of those mugs of strong coffee! Boy! Has this been a day!”
“Hair set,” she said, as she settled back in her chair.
Without a word the girl went to work. She was half finished before she spoke. Then in the most casual manner she said:
“Lieutenant Warren is a friend of yours?”
Norma was surprised. The door had been opened only a little way, and for a space of seconds, yet this girl had seen. “Yes,” was her noncommittal reply.
“It is always quite fine to have an officer for a friend. She can help you, tell you things, and guide you,” suggested the hairdresser.
“Yes—I—I suppose so,” Norma murmured.