"That's a question nobody can answer satisfactorily."
"But is the intelligence absolutely useless to anybody who doesn't happen to be Mr. Casey?" she insisted.
"Not unless they happened to be deeply interested in Mrs. Casey."
"There is a Mrs. Casey, then?"
"So says the man who travelled two hundred miles to bring her letters and the message that she is, as Mr. Micawber would put it, in statu quo."
"I understand." The bright black eyes were compassionate. "She has written to her husband—she doesn't know that he has been killed——"
"Nor do we. As far as we can ascertain, the garrison has never included a Casey."
"Then you think——"
"I think"—he glanced aside as a stentorian bellow of laughter reached them—"that, judging by what I hear, Bingo has got to the soapy story."
She frowned anxiously.