“This is a summary of the results of our interview,” he said. “Read it and tell me if it is correct.”
I read it, and found he had put me on parole with Hill for the double event—not to telepathize with the good folk of Yozgad, and not to escape from the five-mile circle.
I might as well be in the same boat as Hill after all. “It’s all right,” I said.
“Of course,” he said, “if you insist on it at any time, I am bound to give you back your parole.”
This was very fair of the Colonel. But his refusal of the morning was still too fresh, and I remembered how another senior officer had treated Hill’s first attempt to recover his parole which he had made some months before. (He had threatened to inform the Turks!) The Commandant’s allegiance to the Spook was as yet too shaky to let us take any risks, however slight. We could take back our parole, if necessary, in our own good time.
“Thank you, sir,” I said; “I shall remember that. But we have no intention of getting the camp into trouble.”
“Hum!” said the Colonel, and left me. And that was the last I saw of him in captivity.
I had one more visitor of importance that morning. Doc. brought me his report of the trial, which has been quoted above. I thanked him for letting me read it.
“Is that correct?” he asked.
“It is what happened,” said I.