“You gave Siddons a mission I would like to have, Major. Any objections if I take a little joy-ride in the morning?”
Cowan’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” he asked.
“Over the lines. I’d like to do a little looking for myself.”
“No, sir. Alone. Don’t even want Larkin to know I’m going. I think I know where to locate von Herzmann’s Circus.”
“What are you driving at, Lieutenant?”
“Major, if I told you half of what I think I know, you’d call me crazy.”
“Hm-m! Well, I can’t give you permission to go–but I will not be looking for you before noon.” His sly wink told Red all that he wanted to know.
“Yes, sir. Good night, Major. Good night, Rodd. The gang will be mighty glad to see you back, old hoss! Come on, Buzz, let’s go to bed.”
Outside the door Larkin’s fuming rage exploded. “Say, what did that tongue-tied sap Rodd mean by that dirty dig? If his head wasn’t already in a sling, I’d–”