“Yes. One went down not far from here yesterday.”
“I had no idea so many were still being sunk.”
“Far more than get into the papers.”
“One of the boys told us about them capturing a sub that had fresh bread on it from Bayshore Bakery. That seems incredible!”
Her father let his paper slide to his lap and reached for his pipe. “Oh, they’re getting supplies all the time—food, gasoline, and many other things, no doubt.”
“Can’t they put a stop to it?”
“Not as long as weak human beings can be bribed by the glint of gold.”
“And for other reasons, too. Do you suppose any men are in our Army and Navy who are agents of the Nazis and Japs?”
“Certainly not, Kit,” her father answered, then added a bit dubiously. “Well, I suppose it could happen. In an organization as large and as rapidly built as this, one might slip through. But you may be sure they would not stay long, for with our intelligence service, their activities would soon be brought to light.”
“But sometimes even high officials are new men, haven’t been in long—like the doctors they recruit.” Kitty was thinking definitely of Lieutenant Cary, but didn’t mention his name.