'What have you been doing with yourself lately?' Lavendale inquired.
'Not much flying,' the other confessed. 'I have been down giving lessons and breaking in a lot of the youngsters, but I can't stick it myself as I used to. Plays the devil with your nerves.'
'Rubbish!' Lavendale laughed. 'You haven't a nerve in your body.'
'Haven't I?' the other replied. 'I remember the time when I could say that. I'd give anything to be at the front now if I felt equal to it, or if my doctor would let me.'
Lavendale smiled, and glanced around to be sure that his neighbours were not listening.
'What were you doing at Ypres the week before last, then?' he asked, dropping his voice a little.
Lenwade for a moment was silent, then he shrugged his shoulders.
'You must have mistaken me for some one else,' he declared. 'Good-night!'
He took his leave a little abruptly. Lavendale watched him disappear. Then he glanced towards his companion. His face had become graver.
'Let me put a case to you, my fellow conspirator,' he begged.