GREG'S CASE OF "BLUES"
Only a moment did Mr. Edwards need for the reading of Greg's note. Then the cadet lieutenant frowned at Dick.
"Mr. Prescott, what do you mean by perpetrating a poor-spirited joke under the guise of making an official communication?"
In an instant Dick saw clearly that be had made a military mistake.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said meekly.
"This may all be a joke to you, Mr. Prescott," went on the cadet officer dryly, "but I presume it is none whatever to Mr. Holmes."
As he hadn't been addressed, Greg did not venture to answer. He stood rigidly at attention, though both he and Dick were flushing.
The paper that Mr. Edwards now held in his hand read as follows:
"To THE SUPERINTENDENT,"