“That surely was a good joke, Mrs. Gray,” observed the general, regarding her quizzically.
J. Elfreda Briggs had forgotten her own troubles in her delight at the trend of the conversation.
“Let us have the rest of the story. You will pardon us for reminiscing, Mrs. Smythe,” begged the general, observing the angry look on the face of the supervisor. “Listen, Captain. The worst is yet to come. I know Mrs. Gray.”
“There is not much more to relate,” continued Grace smilingly. “I had been driving in a way that did not please my supervisor and she was thoroughly angry with me on that account, and not wholly without reason, for I was going too fast for the crowded condition of the road. Well, the result of all this was that she made complaint against me and I was called before an officer for a hearing.”
“Eh? What’s that?” demanded the general.
“Yes, sir. I was accused of reckless driving and with intent to drown my superior officer.”
“The woman accused you of that?”
“Yes, sir.”
The two officers laughed heartily.
“Ridiculous!” exclaimed the general. “Was the woman suffering from shell shock or was it a chronic condition with her?”