“What do you mean?”
“She has a theory that Lieutenant Cary engages Krome in a chess game every time Punaro wants to get away with something in the galley.”
Something clicked in Kitty’s mind. “And there’s every reason to believe she’s right!”
“Huh, so you’re backing her up in the far-fetched idea!”
“Not far-fetched at all, and I’ll tell you why. The other night when Brad and I ran into Punaro down at the dock, we told him we were looking for Chief Krome. Right away he said, ‘He’s upstairs in the recreation room, playing chess with Dr. Cary.’ Note he said Dr. Cary, not Lieutenant.”
There was a slightly quizzical expression on Chief Carter’s face as he asked, “Well, is that significant?”
“Very. A man who had known Cary before he went into the service would call him doctor under excitement, and Punaro was not only excited, but furious at us.”
“Kitten, I become more certain every day that you should give up your Canteen work and join the FBI.”
“No, indeed! I have more pleasant ambitions for service to my country,” she retorted.
“So Punaro knew just where his Chief was the other night?”