Still Hamilton said nothing, and Bones shifted uncomfortably.
"For goodness gracious sake don't sit there like a bally old owl," he said, fretfully. "Was I wrong?"
Hamilton smiled.
"You're a jolly old commissioner, sir," he mimicked, "and for two pins I'd mention you in dispatches."
Bones examined the piping of his khaki jacket and extracted the pins.
CHAPTER XII
THE MAN WHO DID NOT SLEEP
No doubt whatever but that Lieutenant Tibbetts of the Houssas had a pretty taste for romance. It led him to exercise certain latent powers of imagination and to garnish his voluminous correspondence with details of happenings which had no very solid foundation in fact.