Bob saluted and stepped back into the corridor.
“Pass off the corridor, sir: officer-in-charge’s permission?” he asked saluting the aid.
“Yes, sir.” The aid returned the salute.
“That you, Bob?”
He at once recognized the answer to his “hello.”
“Sure is, Rex. How’s the boy?”
“All to the good. Sorry to pull you out of your downy cot so late.”
“If you’d sleep in it once you’d find that it isn’t so very downy but as it happens, I wasn’t in it,” Bob laughed. “Have ten o’clock lights tonight.”
“What a fearful dissipation. But I called you up to tell you that a friend of mine, a man by the name of Stokes, is coming down to see you and Jack tomorrow. He’s got a proposition he wants to put up to you. No, I’ll let him explain it himself, but I rather think you’ll bite. What time can you see him?”
“Any time between four and six.”