Hooker was called upon. The president handed him a copy of the true specifications.
“These are similar to the ones you delivered to Mr. Nash?”
Hooker nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Mr. Nash claims you changed the copies yesterday afternoon,” the president declared. “That you took the false ones and substituted these.”
“Such an idea never entered my head,” replied Hooker.
“Where were you yesterday afternoon?”
“I was in Camp Forty-seven for about an hour.”
“To see whom?”
“Mr. Nash. He was out. I waited around a short time and finally left in Mr. Sigsbee’s machine.”
Sigsbee was plainly nervous. His fingers were drumming upon his chair arm, and he shifted about uncomfortably.