"Enjoy yourself. I have an item here for you-" The blind man hesitated a split second, then reached for another clip, "-a copy of a-letter from Lieutenant Thurlow's mother. Another copy has been placed in your record."
"Uh, how is the lieutenant, sir?"
"Completely recovered, they tell me. One more thing before you go-"
"Yes, sir."
"Let me have some notes on what troubles you ran into in recommissioning the Astarte, emphasizing what you had to learn as you went along-especially any mistakes you made."
"Uh, aye aye, sir."
"Your notes will be considered in revising the manual on obsolete equipment. No hurry about it-do it when you come back from leave."
Matt left the Commandant's presence feeling only a fraction the size he had when he had gone in, yet he felt curiously elated rather than depressed. He hurried to the room he shared with Tex and found him waiting. Tex looked him over. "I see you've had it."
"Check."
"Hayworth Hall?"