Kitty felt the gooseflesh prickle along her spine.
“Oh, Dad, suppose I hadn’t paid any attention to all those queer things!”
“Don’t be too complacent about it all, Kitty. We haven’t caught the saboteurs yet, nor pinned anything on anybody.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
FURTHER REVELATIONS
They brought Billy home from the hospital the next day. Like most husky youngsters he was soon playing around the house, and by the end of the week seemed none the worse for his experience.
“I’m afraid you have a somber rival in your son,” Kitty said one evening to her father.
“How’s that?” asked Mr. Carter, forcing himself out of his preoccupation.
“He has quite a crush on Hazel—talks of her constantly.”
Her father laughed in a self-conscious manner. “Oh, he has, eh?”