“Oh, Brad, I’m not half good enough for that!”
“Of course you are! You’ll be surprised at what he went on to say.”
Her eyes were shining as she waited expectantly.
“Said he was going to write a friend of his—an official talent scout. He said he must hear about you.”
“I can’t believe it!”
As they talked they crossed the long hall, and finally went out to their quiet corner in the court.
“I’ve something to tell you,” Kitty said as they sat down. Then quickly she gave him an account of her experience at the troop train.
“I’m not surprised,” Brad said. “I’ve felt rather sure Beeson must be the middleman in this business, after what we picked up Sunday. That tough old customer will be on the alert for you, if you ever go to the island again.”
“I certainly intend to go.”
“Not without me. I’ve been wanting to go back again for another look around.”