Strangwise was staring at the straight, square figure of the gunner, awkwardly attired in one of Desmond’s old suits. Berling’s frank, honest eyes returned the other’s gaze unflinchingly. But Strangwise was obviously taken aback, though only for the moment. The flush that mounted to his cheek quickly died down, leaving him as cool and impassive as ever.
“Do you know this man!” the Chief, asked sternly, addressing Strangwise.
“Certainly,” retorted Strangwise, “it’s Gunner Barling, one of the Brigade signallers!”
Mr. Marigold gave a keen glance at the soldier.
“So you’re Barling, eh?” he muttered as though talking to himself, “ah! this is getting interesting!”
“Yes,” said Desmond, “this is Gunner Barling. Have a good look at him, Strangwise. It is he who summoned these gentlemen to my assistance. It is he who’s going to tell them who and what you are!”
Turning to the Chief he added with a touch of formality: “May Gunner Barling tell his story, sir?”
“By all means,” replied the Chief. “I am all attention. But first let this fellow be removed.”
And beckoning to two of his men; he pointed to the body of Bellward.
“Is he dead” asked Desmond.