“Yes, sir.”
“Come to my headquarters in half an hour,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
He snapped his hand to a salute, and the general turned on his heel without another word.
Saufley said, “I’ll have the guns gone over.”
Dorman nodded abstractedly.
“Who was that?” he asked.
Saufley rammed his hands in his pockets and screwed down the corners of his lips.
“My God, you mean you don’t know?”
Dorman got a little sore.