“Naturally Lieutenant Cary would resent Nurse Dawson being sent to the same base.”
“And he didn’t make any bones about showing it,” said Brad in disgust.
Kitty watched some couples go back to the dance hall as the band struck up again. After an interval she said, “Brad, I believe Dad knows something about all this.”
“He ought to, if anyone does. They put him in the position Dawson had filled.”
“He shut up like a clam when I told him what happened in the launch yesterday.”
Kitty sat turning the opal ring on her third finger, as she puzzled over the complications.
“You have nice hands—capable,” Brad told her.
“That’s from all the years of piano practice. You have to have piano, you know, along with voice training.”
“Some time will you sing for me?”
She smiled up into his eager eyes. “I’d love to. But right now, Brad, I can’t think of anything but this queer business we’ve stumbled on. I have a queer feeling it may mean real trouble at the hospital.”