CHAPTER TWELVEMrs. Goudeket caught up with Polly and Groff. “So long I slept,” she said, panting. “They wouldn’t wake me up. How’s Mr. Starkman?”
“They think he’ll be all right for a while, anyway,” said Mickey Groff. “There’s a whole field hospital coming in, somebody said. If he holds out until then he’s got a good chance.”
“Thank God,” said Mrs. Goudeket, beaming. “And Mr. Chesbro?”
Polly Chesbro said cheerfully, “I haven’t seen him all day.”
Mrs. Goudeket looked at her appraisingly. All she said was, “I guess he’s pretty busy.”
Mickey Groff coughed. “Uh, the diner up the hill is in business, Mrs. Goudeket. We were just about to go up and get something to eat. Would you like to come along?”
“Why not? Then I got to find a car to get back to the hotel. Imagine,” she laughed. “One hu
