“And in the pocket was your old identification fold, and certain other papers? An old pass to Paris, for one thing?”
“Why–yes, sir. The identification card was there, but I don’t recall what I did with that old pass.”
“It was there,” Cowan told him, “and it grieves me to inform you that the uniform, and all that the pockets contained, was stolen by Lieutenant Siddons.”
“What! Are you sure?”
“There is no doubt about it. Furthermore, he delivered them into the hands of the enemy.” 239Larkin was too dumbfounded for words, but McGee displayed little surprise.
“So you have at last found out what I knew all along, Major?” Red asked.
“Not at last,” Cowan replied, with meaning emphasis. “Your uniform, Lieutenant Larkin, will be returned to you soon–we hope.”
“Oh!” McGee jerked his head toward the door. “So that’s the reason for the M.P.’s. You are going to nab him?”
“Not exactly that.” Cowan was enjoying the curiosity provoked by the suspense he was creating. “I believe both of you have heard of a certain German ace, Count von Herzmann?”
“Have we!” Larkin replied.