"I told him that nobody did. But he made a fearful scene, insisting that he knew all, while he evidently knew nothing, and that I would be confined to my room until I had told him the truth. And since that day I am here, and every morning he comes and asks me:
"'Will you confess?'
"And I really do not know what has happened, nor what he wants from me."
"P. C.," calls Guncotton. (I wonder whether that has any meaning in Chemistry.) "Here's a letter from Sergeant Young for you."
This is what Charlie writes:
"My nose is broken, but I don't care. Your humble servant has the honour of being mentioned in dispatches. I once had a brother called Friedrich Wilhelm. He was mentioned in dispatches during the Boer War and soon afterwards obtained his commission.
"Yours,
"Charlie."
There was never such faith as brave Sergeant Young's.