"Wait a few moments, if you please, Darrin. I wish to run hastily through your report."
Declining the offer of a chair, Darrin remained standing stiffly.
As he went through the report, Cantor frowned several times.
At last he laid the signed sheets down on his desk.
"Darrin," asked the division commander, "do you realize that you are out of place in the Navy?"
"I do not, sir," Dave answered, coldly.
"Well, you are," pursued Lieutenant Cantor. "With your talents you should engage in writing the most improbable kinds of romances."
"That report is true in every respect, sir," Dave frowned.
"It appears to me to be a most improbable report—-as highly improbable as any official report that I have ever seen."
"The report is true in every detail," repeated Dave, his face flushing.
Lieutenant Cantor rose from his desk, facing his angry subordinate.