“And, of course, not available, sir.”
“Is he anyone else’s servant?”
“He is simply a private, sir.”
“Then— I don’t know, though. Perhaps I might—or I could—I—how tiresome!”
For at that moment Dick sprang from his seat, as he heard steps outside.
“You at home, Lacey?” cried a voice.
“Yes: come in.”
As the door opened, the lieutenant said excitedly—
“What is this man’s name?”
“Jeremiah Brigley, sir;” and the young officer carefully put down the name before Dick retreated and took his leave, the new arrival saying: