Those in hiding suddenly stepped forth from the trees, blocking the path. Major Bryan moved directly in front of the professor, flashing a light into his face.
“Good evening, Claude Arkwright,” he said distinctly.
The professor was startled, but recovered poise quickly. “You are mistaken,” he said in a cold voice. “My name is Bettenridge.”
“No doubt that is what you call yourself now. You are wanted by the Federal government for impersonating an officer.”
“Ridiculous!”
“May I see your draft card?” the major requested curtly.
“Sorry, I haven’t it with me. It is in my room.”
“Then we will go there.”
Nettled, Professor Bettenridge could think of no further excuse. Glancing significantly at his wife, he said: “My dear, will you go to the house and get the card for our inquisitors?”
“We will all go,” corrected the major. “Your wife may be wanted as your accomplice in this latest secret ray machine fleece. We prefer that she does not escape.”