“His strength will come back as soon as he has a transfusion.” “Oh, Dad, it’s all been so awful!” wailed Kitty. Suddenly she threw her arms over his shoulders and burst into tears. Her father held her to him a moment consolingly. “This last experience was a little too much, eh, Kitten?” “I just knew he was going to kill you the minute you opened that door!” “Well, he didn’t! Let’s hope the worst is over now.” Mr. Carter went toward a cabinet in the corner. “I’m going to fix you a small dose of medicine to calm your nerves.” “Oh, I’ll be all right in a moment.” “No, you’d better take this,” her father insisted. “You’ll need it to fortify you. We still have much to talk about. Captain Rogers may want to ask you some questions.” “Why? Is he—” “Yes. He’s the man I sent for when you told me all you had uncovered the other day.” Kitty felt rather stunned at this information, yet relieved, too. She would be glad to get the whole business off her mind, and all this information into responsible hands. Captain Rogers had gathered the scattered papers and was examining them while Kitty drank the medicine and let her father lead her again to the big armchair. He placed two other chairs close, then found an old sweater and wrapped it around his daughter’s bare feet. “You mustn’t get chilled after such a trying day,” he said. Then he joined Captain Rogers at his desk and they stood conferring in low tones for a few minutes. Gradually Kitty began to feel relaxed, and infinitely relieved that the suspense of these last weeks had at last reached a climax. She was now impatient to talk over everything with her father and his superior officer. There was much she wanted to know, too. “Feeling better?” asked her father, coming back and standing by her chair. He took the damp kerchief from her head, and ran his fingers through her tumbled curls. “Oh, much!” “Well, suppose you tell us what happened this afternoon when you and Brad went out to Terrapin Island.” Captain Rogers came over and sat astride a straight chair, his arms folded over the back as he faced her. This informality instantly put Kitty at her ease, while she gave a detailed account of her afternoon up to the time she had brought Brad home. “Young lady, you have shown remarkable keenness in handling this situation,” said the Captain. Kitty flushed. “Oh, no. I’ve made lots of mistakes. You don’t know.” “Oh, yes, I do,” he retorted. “Your father has told me everything up to date. However, I must admit you made one mistake in the very beginning.” She met his piercing brown eyes squarely. “I know,” she nodded. “I should have reported my very first suspicions to the FBI.” “Exactly! No sensitive young lady should attempt to deal with Nazi or Jap saboteurs.” “But I was afraid to tell anyone until they had been maneuvered into a position where they could really be caught.”