Kitty felt she could never sleep again, but said in a resigned tone, “All right, Dad. I’ll go.”
Seeing her so crushed he put his arm around her shoulder and went with her down the hall. “Go home and take a hot bath to calm your nerves, and get right into bed. I’ll phone you at six in the morning.”
That night as Kitty tossed about, sleepless for several hours, she made up her mind that if Billy recovered she would tell her father everything that had happened these last weeks to stir her suspicions. She blamed herself for her pride and conceit in hoping she, alone, could find an answer to those problems that were continually stumping the FBI.
She thought bitterly of what her psychology teacher had once said, “We’re very complicated creatures, and how we sometimes hate to face the truth.” And another time he had talked to their class about how human beings compensate for losses and disappointments. Yes, that was exactly what she was trying to do in making herself a private secret-service agent. She imagined she could do something big enough in uncovering some dastardly plot against her country. This would compensate for her not being able to do more to help the war effort. The fact that Billy had been her stumbling block all along, even though she adored him, made her feel all the more miserable now that his safety was involved.
It was late when her tired body and tortured mind succumbed to weariness and she slept. She slept so heavily then she didn’t even rouse for the anticipated phone call at six o’clock. Jane was in the room when she opened her eyes, then sat up suddenly, ashamed that she had overslept.
Jane’s kindly face told her that he had and that the news was good. “Yas’m, sho did. Billy’s bettah, an’ yo’ Pah say you kin come see him.”
Kitty scarcely had patience to eat her breakfast, which Jane insisted she must have before she left. Even with that delay she was at the hospital in an hour after waking. It was good to see her father smiling a welcome from the foot of the bed, and to see Billy drinking some milk through a tube, while the day nurse held a glass near his pillow.
“Oh darling, you do look better,” she said eagerly.
“I’m all right, Kit. I like it at the hospital.”