“Say, Bob, do you remember those two girls from Paris?”
“When was that?”
“You know, the time we went on the picnic.”
“I’m afraid I’ve forgotten.” That was that.
A large important-looking man came into the office. When he saw Trebling with Holton he stopped in the middle of the room, changed his course with the unself-conscious dignity of a schooner under full sail, and walked straight over to them.
Holton got to his feet quickly and Trebling did the same, sensing that this was a person of importance.
“Jim Trebling, this is Mr Murphy, the Chief of our section.”
“Glad to meet you, Lieutenant.” They shook hands vigorously, Mr Murphy smiling with goodwill.
“Well, Lieutenant, I suppose you’ll be getting out soon?”
Mechanically Trebling explained what he was planning to do.