“Spies? Nonsense! But then—” Betty paused for thought. “I did see Lena down by the gate once. She was talking to that Spanish hairdresser and a strange man, who said, ‘Du must!’ There have been whisperings about that hairdresser. Three days before we left the Fort she disappeared.”
“Betty!” Norma exclaimed softly. “You’re no help at all. You just make matters worse.”
“How? What do you mean?”
“I was hoping you’d rid me of my spy complex—just laugh it off, and here you are, taking the thing seriously. What’s more, I haven’t told you a thing yet.”
“Well then, tell me the rest,” Betty invited. “Then perhaps we’ll both have us a good big laugh.”
“And perhaps we won’t,” Norma added gloomily. “But all right. Here goes.” She leaned over close, talking low. “I saw Rosa’s light three times. One night I asked her why.”
“What did she say?”
“She said her mother had asked her to read a prayer from her prayer book every night.”
“That was nice,” Betty murmured in approval.
“Yes, if it’s true.”