A figure darkened the doorway. It was Raymond. Wargrave sprang up and rushed to him.
"What in Heaven's name is it all about, Ray?" he cried. "Is the Colonel mad?"
The adjutant took off his helmet and flung it on the table.
"Well, tell me. What the devil have I done?" said his friend impatiently.
Raymond tried to speak but failed.
"Go on, man. What is it?" cried Wargrave, seizing his arm.
The adjutant burst out:
"It's a damned shame, old man. I'm sorry."
"But what is it? What is it, I say?" cried Wargrave, shaking him.
The adjutant nodded his head towards the big photograph on the writing-table.