She was idly contemplating this strange turn of events as she finished off her toenails, and capped the little bottle of paint. She looked up into the mirror before her, and meeting the eyes of the Mouse, gave the girl a wry smile. In the camp, the girls were thrown on each other’s company for long hours at a time, and the Mouse seemed to have attached herself to Mallory, much to Kip’s annoyance.
Mallory knew it was only a matter of time before the General would want her. She clung to the slim hope that the two-bit dictator might come to his senses; even now, might try to find a way to negotiate out of this mess. Surely he would not want to call down the weight of the American government on his head! By now he must have realized a terrible mistake had been made. This time his net had yie
