Evans chuckled and Bervick said nothing.
They walked past the warehouses and the docks. Bervick was very quiet and Evans did not bother him.
He looked at the sky and saw that the gray clouds were beginning to thin. Perhaps they would have a good day, one of those days when the sky was blue and the sun shone clearly. He watched the sea gulls dart and glide in the windless air.
Evans wondered what the Major would have to say about the investigation. He hoped there would not be too many questions. He was afraid Bervick would say the wrong thing.
A truck stopped for them and they got into the back.
“I don’t think Barkison’s going to be too much bother,” said Evans. “I think he’ll help us out.”
“I hope so. Not that we’ve got anything to hide from him, much.”
“Sure, that’s right. We haven’t got anything to hide.”
The truck stopped at the Headquarters and they jumped out.
They entered a large well-lighted room, full of clerks and typewriters and file cases and all the necessary impedimenta of waging war.