"Got it."
Henry hesitated. Tugged at his goatee, his face screwed with concentration.
"Really, Major Coggleston, that's about all I can remember about him," he said at last.
The officer swore. He paced the floor in a frenzy of anxiety.
"We've nothing to go on!" he fumed. "The description's meaningless. It could fit any one of a thousand men in this area. We don't even know where to start to hunt."
"Excuse me, major—" gulped Henry.
The military man whirled on him.
"What is it? Have you thought of something else?"
"Why, about where to start to hunt—"
"Yes?"