“Not out of his head?”
“You couldn’t prove it by me. He keeps that call bell ringing like a fire engine! Always wanting this and that. And visitors! If you ask me, the entire Intelligence Department of the Army has been here to see the Major.”
“Then he’s connected with the secret service?” Flash questioned in astonishment.
Joe raised himself on an elbow.
“I’m sure of it, although I never guessed it before. He thinks someone on the train deliberately cracked him over the head after the wreck. He claims the fellow tried to steal important papers he carried on his person.”
“That’s odd, Joe. When I helped him from the wreckage he kept mumbling something about being struck. I thought he was out of his head.”
“Maybe he still is, but he talks straight enough. These walls are like paper. I’ve heard him conferring with big-wigs of the Army. They’re out to get some fellow involved in an espionage plot against the government.”
“Who is he, Joe?”
“No names mentioned. I’ve been wondering if it might not be that man we saw in the club car.”
“Povy?”