Freddy Farmer made a face, and walked over to the door.
"Rubbish!" he snorted. "We English chaps just keep things like that to ourselves. Not nosy, like some chaps I know. Well, I'll leave you two for a spell. A bit of shopping I must do. But I say, Jones—I mean, Leman—?"
Freddy opened the door, half turned, and grinned wickedly.
"I leave you, Leman, old thing, in honored company, you know," he chuckled. "Oh, quite! A gallant soldier all Russia must admire!"
And then Freddy Farmer leaped out into the hall as the book Dawson had been holding smacked against the inside of the door where Freddy Farmer's head had been just a moment before!
THE END
[1] Dave Dawson With the Commandos.
[2] Dave Dawson With The Pacific Fleet.