“Let’s not talk about this now,” he suggested. “It’s too vital. We might become absorbed in it and neglect our duty, commit a tragic blunder. Suppose you have dinner at my house tonight. It’s quite proper. My sister lives with me.”
“All—all right.” Sally found herself strangely excited.
“I’ll call for you at seven.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
The remainder of the afternoon was pure routine, but Sally’s mind wandered often to thoughts of that dinner date. “Much may come of that. Very, very much,” she told herself more than once.
CHAPTER NINE
SALLY STEPS OUT
The place Sally and Silent Storm entered a few hours later was a California-type bungalow hidden among the trees. The windows were small and high. “No chance for spying here,” Sally thought to herself.
They were met at the door by a tall, handsome lady who, Sally did not need to be told, was Silent Storm’s sister. She appeared to take Sally to her heart at once.
“Robert has often spoken of you,” she said in a friendly manner.
“Oh! Has he?” Sally was a little surprised. She had thought of herself as just one more of those WAVES.