“At least,” she thought ruefully, “I could swear he’s the same man. But what’s he doing here with Tini Hoffman?”
Mabel had to speak to her twice before she heeded.
“They make grand sodas here, don’t they?”
“Sure do!” Nancy stuck a couple of straws in hers so hard they bent double.
“What’s wrong?” asked Mabel under her breath.
Nancy glanced warily at the couple across the aisle, nudged Mabel with her foot, and laid her finger cautiously on her lips before she placed the fresh straws in her glass.
Mabel wisely changed the subject, and remarked, “Cleansing tissues are sure hard to get now. Guess we’ll have to get all ours hereafter at the P.X.”
“We’ll need plenty to take across—if we get to go over.”
“Yeah, my friend Lydia, in North Africa, wrote me we’d better take along plenty of stuff like that.”
Suddenly Nancy was impatient to be through with their sodas and out of the drugstore. She meant to take no chances on suspects this time, but report what she had seen to Captain Lewis. She finished her soda in a hurry and reached to the back of the table for her purse.