“Why? Ships are dangerous.”
“Danger is my duty.” She felt that she was quoting someone, but could not recall where she had heard those words before.
“Danger is my duty,” he repeated after her. “That’s rather good, but you haven’t answered my question. Danger can’t be an end, you know.”
“I have a secret,” was the odd reply.
“I’m told that most young ladies of your age have several secrets.”
“Not important ones. This one may be of great importance. It has to do with our mutual friend, C. K. Kennedy.”
“Oh! Then it is important!” he exclaimed. “Tell me about it—that is, if you are free to do so.”
“I’m sure he would tell you at least part of it if he were here. He has invented a new radio that operates on a secret wave length. I think the enemy sub-packs operate on that same band.”
“The enemy sub-packs!” he stared. “Wait, there’s a plane.
“Come in, six-three-nine.”