“Major Hartgrove is well able to look after himself,” the captain interposed dryly.
Flash arose.
“You don’t believe my story,” he said.
“I am convinced that you believe it,” returned Captain Johns. “Your accusation against Rascomb is amazing. However, I promise you a complete investigation will be made.”
“Unless you work fast, Rascomb may disappear,” Flash warned impatiently. “I was on my way to the police when I met you.”
“No, you must not go there! Allow me to handle this.”
“Yes, sir.”
A page boy crossed the lobby, gazing questioningly toward the pair.
“Call for Captain Johns! Captain Johns!”
The army man signaled to the boy, and upon learning that he was wanted on the telephone, excused himself. When he returned a few minutes later his face was sober.