"Yes, sir, perfectly. But—"
"Do you understand my order?" thundered the Colonel, with increasing choler.
"I do, sir," replied Blaikie politely, "but—"
"Then, for heaven's sake, carry on!"
Blaikie saluted.
"Very good, sir," he answered. "Mr. Little, come with me."
He turned upon his heel and disappeared rapidly round a corner, followed by the mystified Bobby.
Once out of the sight of the Colonel, Captain Blaikie halted, leaned against a convenient pillar, and lit a cigarette.
"And what do you think of that?" he inquired.
Bobby told him.