7.—The War Mania of Mr. Jinks and Mr. Blinks
They were sitting face to face at a lunch table at the club so near to me that I couldn’t avoid hearing what they said. In any case they are both stout men with gurgling voices which carry.
“What Kitchener ought to do,”—Jinks was saying in a loud voice.
So I knew at once that he had the prevailing hallucination. He thought he was commanding armies in Europe.
After which I watched him show with three bits of bread and two olives and a dessert knife the way in which the German army could be destroyed.
Blinks looked at Jinks’ diagram with a stern impassive face, modelled on the Sunday supplement photogravures of Lord Kitchener.
“Your flank would be too much exposed,” he said, pointing to Jinks’ bread. He spoke with the hard taciturnity of a Joffre.
“My reserves cover it,” said Jinks, moving two pepper pots to the support of the bread.