"You will excuse me, I must talk with him," he said quickly. "Thank you, just the same for your wish to accompany me home."
The doctor stared after George in surprise, then jumped into his auto, and started off.
The Army man had turned the corner, but George hurried on, possessed with a determination not to let him escape.
"Hunting a spectre!" he said to himself grimly. "I must be a fool, but—"
He turned the corner sharply, and looked ahead.
The object of his pursuit, thinking himself safe, had slackened his pace, and was not far ahead of him, walking slowly, with head bowed in thought.
Quickly, George came up to him.
"I would like to speak with you," he said, grasping him by the shoulder.
The man wheeled about suddenly.
As he did so, the street lamp shone full upon his face.