“Yes. My question. Why do you think that Corporal Rand hasn’t fully recovered his mental powers?”
“He hasn’t—quite,” Sandy wagged his head dolefully. “He sometimes suffers from hallucinations. Dr. Brady and I both noticed it.”
“What are they?”
“There was one in particular. It would have amused me, only I feel so sorry for him. He’s—he’s—well, he thinks he’s going to be placed under arrest. Can you imagine anything so absurd? And by Inspector Cameron, too. He’s really worrying about it.”
Dick’s roar of laughter echoed to every part of the room. Tears of merriment chased each other down his cheeks.
“I don’t think that is so very funny,” Sandy declared with great dignity. “You ought to pity the man.”
“You chump! You chump!” howled Dick. “Why that—that isn’t an hallucination; it’s a fact. Corporal Rand may be arrested. He probably will be, but I don’t believe Cameron will be very severe with him. Not this time.”
“What’s he done?” blinked Sandy.
“Disobeyed orders. He came up here against the inspector’s wishes. You see, Cameron intended to come himself.”
“Oh,” said Sandy, much relieved, “the inspector has probably forgotten all about it.”