"You?" Major Coggleston stared. "What for?"
Henry started in indignation at the other's tone. He drew himself to his full height and thrust his chin out aggressively.
"'What for?'" he mimicked. "Hmmph! Let me ask you a question, Mister Officer: how are you going to identify the man who bought my glasses if I'm not along?"
The major considered this. Then, at last:
"All right. I guess you'll have to come."
"Then so do I."
It was Professor Paulsen.
"Joe, there's no need to talk like that," Major Ray Coggleston began.
"If Henry goes, I go," the savant reiterated stubbornly. "He gets in enough jams with me around to look after him. Lord knows what he'd do if he got away from me."