Colonel Enderby switched on his pocket torch and cast its faint beam round, but without disclosing the cowering figures in the corner.
"Well, Finlay," he said at last, "I don't think you'll get a better bomb-store than this."
"No, sir." The bombing officer switched on his own torch and walked to the far end, examining the walls for signs of damp. "Seems quite dry, too. I—Hallo!"
"What's the matter?"
Lieutenant Finlay had found the rays of his torch throwing up into ghastly relief the open mouth and glassy terrified eyes of Private Higgins.
"Who are you?" he said sharply. "Come out of that!"
"What's the matter?" repeated the Colonel.
"There's a man here, sir—two men, I mean. Who are you?"
"Privates Grant and Higgins, sir." The two came sheepishly into the light.
"What?" said Lieutenant Donaldson in tones of thunder. "You two again? What are you up to now?"