“Mr. Graves, to see the adjutant,” he stated.
He spoke with a certain preciseness in a modulated voice that instinctively gave one an impression of culture and refinement.
“Yes, sir.”
The sergeant-major disappeared into the adjutant’s office with unusual expedition, returning in a few seconds to say—
“All right, sir.”
The captain who arose as Mr. Graves walked into his office gave him a quick survey in which interest and appraisal were equally mingled. Graves had removed his hat, revealing thick, iron-gray hair which lent distinction and force to his appearance. He was a little above medium height, and the unobtrusive perfection of his clothing hid a pair of stalwart shoulders which a wrestler would have had no reason to be ashamed of.
“I have an appointment with General O’Malley, captain,” said Graves.
“Yes indeed. The general is ready to see you.”
The captain motioned toward the closed door which led from his office.
“Thank you.”