"It was a foolish business."
"It was."
"Ah--you agree? How was it?"
"Some mistake. But no one quite knows."
"What are your total forces up there now?"
At which Jim's lip curled in a smile.
"You can hardly expect me to tell you that," he said quietly.
The tall young man who had been standing by the window said a word or two to the other, who seemed surprised, and turning to Jim, said: "Very well, Monsieur Carron. I accept your parole, and Lieutenant Greski will be personally answerable for you."
The lieutenant bowed, and plucked Jim backward by the sleeve, and Jim bowed, and gave the white dog's ear a final friendly pull, and they went out.
"Who is he?" he asked, as soon as they were in the corridor.