And he signifies polite that the interview is over.
When mother tells sonny the result of this visit to headquarters, he shrugs his shoulders.
"I knew it would be that way," says he. "They've got me, and I've got to stand for it. No use askin' Quigley. You might as well go home."
"But at least you can get away long enough to have dinner with us," says mother.
"Nothing doin'," says Wilfred. "Can't get out unless Quigley signs a pass, and he won't."
"Oh, come!" says I. "He don't look so bad as all that. Let me see what I can do with him."
Well, after I'd chased the ladies back to the hotel with instructions to wait hopeful, I hunts up Top Sergeant Quigley. Had quite a revealin' chat with him, too. Come to look at him close after he'd washed up, he's rather decent appearin'. Face seems sort of familiar, too.
"Didn't you play first base for the Fordhams?" I asks.
"Oh, that was back in '14," says he.
"As I remember," says I, "you was some star on the bag, though. Now, about young Bliss. Case of mommer's pet, you know."