Kitty’s curiosity stirred. Maybe this was her chance to learn something about the staff in the galley.
“Do you know the cooks very well?” she asked.
“Only a passing acquaintance,” said Brad. “Our Chief Commissary Steward is named Krome—an old timer at the job.”
“I saw a thin, dark-looking chap on the bus the other night with a crescent on his arm. Do you happen to know him?”
“Quite a number down there,” said Jimmy dubiously. “Only one I’ve talked to very often is a fair young chap, named Ned Miller.”
“There’s one named Punaro fits your description,” Brad told Kitty. “He empties wastebaskets on our floor.”
“Right young—about eighteen or nineteen?” Kitty persisted.
“About that. Only been in a few months. Why?”
“Oh, nothing. I just happened to see him the other day on the bus.”
A few minutes later Brad and Jimmy went off to play a game of pingpong with some of the girls and for the next hour Kitty was very busy at the bar. Later during a lull in their business she glanced down the hall and noticed that Lieutenant Cary was playing chess with someone in the south corner of the room. They were about the only two who had not patronized the Snack Bar during the evening.