The Scotsman looked at Red with a trace of fun on his handsome face. Then he grew serious again. “I hope I have no reason to regret the restoration of your spirit.” He stood abruptly. “I retire early. I’m afraid you gentlemen must do the same.”
Two guards stood together by a lamp that hung on the wall at the back of the hall. They nodded their heads when they saw MacNeil.
MacNeil said, “Lieutenant Bradford, I hope you’ll forgive me. I forgot to get your diary and photographs from Kane.”
“That’s all right,” Tim said. “It was quite an exciting afternoon.”
“I’ll see that you get them in the morning.”
There was a stir at the back of the hall and one of the guards said, “Ho, Mr. MacNeil, here’s your grandson prowling about.”
“Go to bed, Michael,” MacNeil said.
“You promised I could see the Yanks before I went to bed.”
“So I did.”
Red said, “Good evening, lad.”