183Cowan casually turned a sheet of paper. “Indeed,” he replied, continuing his reading. It was maddening.
“Has Siddons reported to you, sir?” McGee asked, pointedly.
“Yes.” Cowan arose and looked straight at the flushed young pilot. His eyes were uncommunicative. “Lieutenant Siddons just left here with Colonel Watts, going back to Wing headquarters,” he said. “I may tell you, Lieutenant, that the Colonel came down a short time after Siddons hopped off, and gave me a most uncomfortable half hour for sending him over. We will discuss it no further, and I charge you with absolute silence in the matter. You are to say nothing, to anyone, concerning this entire matter. You understand?”
“I understand that I’m to keep silent, sir–but I don’t understand the rest of it.”
“It isn’t necessary that you do. That is all, Lieutenant.”
“But what about that ’drome I located at Fere-en-Tardenois? I think it is Count von Herzmann’s Cir–”
“You think wrong, McGee, but whatever you think, don’t think out loud. That is all, Lieutenant.”
“Yes, sir. And there are no orders for–”
“Orders will be a little more secret–in the future.” Cowan’s voice was crisp, and carried a note of dismissal.
184“Yes, sir.” McGee saluted stiffly, turned on his heel and walked from the room, steaming with anger. Outside the door he picked up a small stone from the newly graveled walk and hurled it singing through the top of a nearby poplar. He simply had to throw something.