Piquette got up and paced the length of the room, turning quickly.
"You are an idiot, Pochard," she stormed at him furiously. "An American! Don't you know what you have done? It is the hero of Boissière Wood that you have struck down. An American—who has risked his life for you and me——"
"But Monsieur 'Orton——"
"He has lied to you. I do not believe——" She broke off, caught Pochard by the arm again and shook him. "When did this happen?"
"L-late last right——"
"And 'Arry 'Orton?"
"Was here—this afternoon——"
"Drunk——?"
Pochard shrugged. "No—not bad. He was in uniform."
"Where is he now?"