Her pulse quickened as he called her by her first name.
“No, Tini’s not really a traitor—just one of those thoughtless, self-willed people, who can do as much harm as a real spy,” said the major, “and you’d be surprised, Nancy, to know how many of those are crippling our war effort.”
Nancy sighed. “We really do walk a narrow plank over dangerous waters, don’t we?”
“Indeed we do!” he agreed. “But for everyone who would betray us there’s millions loyal to the core, like you.”
“I appreciate your telling me just what happened. Naturally I’ve been wondering, but hadn’t dared ask.”
“You have a right to know if anyone does. Such service as you’ve rendered never brings medals, Nancy—we have to keep too quiet about these undercover activities.”
“At least I’m glad it’s all over, and we don’t have anyone else like Tini in our unit. They’re a grand bunch—all of them.”
“Are you telling me!” he exclaimed.
Nancy lifted her head, feeling a wonderful sense of freedom as she drank in great gulps of the clean, fresh air. “My, it’s great to be here—on our way!” she said.
“It really is,” he agreed. Then he hastened to ask, “Say, Nancy, have you seen the sick bay?”