Yes, she would get Storm tonight on the secret radio. But dared she do it? Her splendid body went limp at the thought. This was a terrible world.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE CAPTAIN’S DINNER
That evening at the hour when Silent Storm had promised to be waiting at his Florida airport to receive any urgent message Sally might send, Sally sat alone in her cabin. Her fingers were on the dial, headphones over her ears, speaker under her chin.
“I will,” she whispered. “I must. It’s for the best pal I ever had, for Danny.”
And yet, she hesitated. It was very still in the cabin. There was only the faint sound of water rushing along the ship’s side. The thin fog continued. The convoy moved majestically on. Everyone said they had won a marvelous victory. Five, perhaps six submarines had been destroyed. No one could tell for sure about the other two. That her secret radio had played a major role in this victory she knew quite well. With her help, this radio with its gleaming red eyes had put out long fingers and touched the subs here, there, and everywhere. Then those brave boys in their planes had gone out and destroyed them.
“Danny got one. And then—” She did not finish.
She could not.
She started as there came a knock at her door. After hastily throwing a blanket over the radio, she said:
“Come in.”
The door opened. “Oh! Mrs. Duke!” she exclaimed. “I’m glad you came.”