“I want to see Doctor Collins, please.”
“Summons?”
“Sir?”
“Are you summoned?”
“No, sir, not yet. I mean—” Toby floundered. The ghost of a smile crossed the secretary’s face.
“What do you wish to see him about, please?”
“I missed chapel this morning, sir, and—”
“Oh! What’s the name?”
“Tucker, Third Class.”