The lieutenant sat at a table, erect and stiff, with a terrible frown behind his glasses. He had his sword on the table and also his automatic—as if he intended to execute Jimmie, and had only to decide which method to use.
“Higgins,” he thundered, “where did you get that leaflet?”
“I found it in the gutter.”
“You lie!” said the lieutenant.
“No, sir,” said Jimmie.
“How many did you find.”
Jimmie had imagined this emergency, and decided to play safe. “Three, sir,” said he; and added, “I think.”
“You lie!” thundered the lieutenant again.
“No, sir,” said Jimmie, meekly.
“Whom did you give them to?”