He smiled. "He fought with the Turks to chastise Greece, which he loves."
"What adventures you two must have had! To be on opposing sides, like that!"
"Opposing newspapers. The two angles of vision made our copy interesting. There was really no romance about it. It was purely a business transaction. We offered our lives and our pencils for a hundred a week and our expenses. Rather sordid side to it, eh? And a fourth-rate order or two—"
"You were decorated?" excitedly. "I am sure it was for bravery."
"Don't you believe it. The king of Greece and the sultan both considered the honor conferred upon us as good advertising."
"You are laughing."
"Well, war in the Balkans is generally a laughing matter. Sounds brutal, I know, but it is true."
"I know," gaily. "You are conceited, and are trying to make me believe that you are modest."
"A bull's-eye!"
"And this Mr. Breitmann has been decorated for valor? And yet to-day he becomes my father's private secretary. The two do not connect."