"She always wears a blue bow at her neck," Carter added, "so you can
recognize her by that."
The girl smilingly nodded again and wheeled the carriage on up the
Drive.
"Who is she?" Jane asked eagerly, turning to Carter.
"Just K-22," said the agent, "and all she knows about you is that you
are K-19. That's the way we work in the service mostly. The less one
operative knows about another the better, for what you don't know you
can't talk about."
"Doesn't she even know my name?" persisted Jane.
"She may have found it out for herself while she has been watching the
Hoffs, but we didn't tell her. Nobody in the service knows who you are
except the Chief and myself--and of course K-27 will have to know if he
takes the chauffeur's job."
"What is his name?"
"I don't know yet," said Carter gravely. "I haven't seen his references,
so I don't know what name they are made out in. You can find out what to
call him when he reports to-night. You'll see that he gets the job?"
"Indeed I will," answered Jane, experiencing a sense of relief at the
prospect of having some one at hand in the household with whom she could
discuss her activities.
And as she had anticipated she had little difficulty in interesting her
father in the subject of a new chauffeur.
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