“May I speak to you, Major Reed?” she asked. He glanced at her, surprised, then asked, “Anything wrong, Miss Dale?”
He crushed his cigarette into an ash tray before he moved toward the door.
“I meant to talk to Captain Lewis, but her lights were out,” Nancy explained, as she backed into the hall, indicating that their conversation must be private. “I must speak to someone.”
“Yes,” he said when they were outside and the door was closed. “What’s wrong?”
“I think I just saw the man who was with the corporal that day on the train.”
“Where?”
“In a drugstore in the village. I don’t want him to get away as the blond man did.”
“The blond didn’t!” stated Major Reed with a chuckle. “The FBI now have him in their possession.”
“Not really!” exclaimed Nancy, her face lighting.
“Yes. It will be some time before he’s in circulation again, if ever. But this other—where’d you say you saw him?”