“I’ll see you home if you can get through before eleven. We can talk on the way up.”
“Fine,” she agreed.
Brad had scarcely taken his seat with the other players when Lieutenant Cary and Chief Krome came toward the bar.
Excitedly Kitty whispered to Judy, “Let me wait on them if they come here.”
Judy sent her a surprised look. “You’re welcome to them. I wouldn’t be interested.”
“Neither am I, in the way you think,” retorted Kitty with a laugh.
She thought what an odd pair they made as they came toward the Snack Bar. Lieutenant Cary was as lean and alert as a bloodhound, while the square-rigged Krome was almost a head shorter. Kitty would have felt curious about any man who was friendly with Lieutenant Cary, even if her curiosity had not already been stirred by one of Krome’s assistants, so that the association brought the Chief Steward under suspicion also.
Vera came out of the kitchen just as the two men straddled the stools at the counter and she took Lieutenant Cary’s order. Kitty’s hand was a little unsteady as she poured Krome’s cup of coffee.
“We have some special sandwiches tonight,” Judy explained to the two customers, “made by our new Canteen worker, Miss Kitty Carter.”
“I’ll take two,” Krome spoke up promptly.