CHAPTER 17CONFESSION
As if in apology for the storms, Indian Summer came the next week, warm, sunny and exhilarating.
“A man named Brewster has been trying desperately to get you yesterday and today,” Jane reported, when Peggy arrived at the apartment after her next trip on Flight Ten. “Made a new secret conquest?”
“No. Purely a business acquaintance,” Peggy answered, grinning. “I’m pretty sure I know what he wants. I’ll have to leave immediately.”
“Seems to me you have a lot of activity lately. I’d give a nickel to know what’s going on under that blonde head of yours.”
“Now who has the throbbing bump of curiosity?” Peggy teased. “You’ll know one of these days. I will confess all.”
She changed to a becoming sport suit in soft blue plaid, pulled on a beret, and waved a cheerful farewe
