He held out his hands, which were covered by loose chamois leather gloves.
"A bit cut about," he explained. "I'm just keeping the dirt out."
"Was that all?"
"My only wounds," he answered rather deliberately.
"You look a most awful wreck, Raney."
He was lying back in the chair as though he had no bones in his body, and his weak, tired voice had lost its tone and music.
"I only left hospital yesterday," he protested.
"How much leave have you got?"
"As much as I like. The Army's bored with me. That's why I went to Melton."