Charity chuckled deep in her throat.
A very sexual young woman. Captain Douglass thought. Not quite what he
had hoped for Peter Douglass, Jr. He wanted for Doug a girl just like the girl who had married dear old dad when he'd been an ensign fresh from Ann
apolis.
Not this Main Line socialite who was used to spending more money on her clothing than Doug (even as an Air Corps lieutenant colonel drawing flight pay) made in a year. And who, according to the FBI's CBI (Complete Background Investigation) on her, was a long way from having any claim to a virginal white bridal dress.
He was really worried, he thought, that Charity looked on Doug as this year's chic catch, a dashing hero, rather than as someone whose life she would share.
"There have been some cables from London," Charity said.
"Nothing important, except that Fulmar and Fine have left for Lisbon. And there's one from Cairo, with Jimmy Whittaker's ETA."
"Good," Donovan said.
"I wasn't sure we could catch him."
"Apparently, they had some trouble finding him," Charity said.
"The cable said that he had not checked in with them, which is why he wasn't on an earlier plane."
"I wonder what her name was?" Donovan chuckled.
"Jeanine d'Autrey-Lascal," Charity furnished.
"Her husband ran a bank there before the war, and is now with General de Gaulle."
"Wilkins sent that, too?" Donovan chuckled.
"Thorough, isn't he?"
"Wilkins described her as Jimmy's 'good friend,"" Charity said.
"Pilots do get around, don't they, Charity?" Donovan teased.
"Until they're finally forced to land," Charity said.
"What goes up, they say, has to come down. Eventually, if they're lucky, a Delilah comes into their lives."
"As in Samson-and?" Donovan chuckled.
"You're planning on giving young Douglass a haircut?"
"I don't really think that's what Delilah did to Samson," Charity said.
"But if that's what it takes..."
Both Donovan and Douglass laughed, but Douglass's laughter seemed a little strained. If he had correctly understood Charity, and he was afraid he had, she had as much as said that she was going to drain Doug sexually to the point where straying would be physically impossible.
A buzzer buzzed four times.
"The Director has arrived," Charity said.
"Are you going to meet him outside, or would it be better if we all prostrated ourselves in the entrance foyer?"
Donovan laughed heartily. He genuinely enjoyed Charity Hoche.