"Where's Horatio?" I snapped.
"Horatio," she smiled, "is gone. Too bad you missed him. He would have liked to say goodbye."
"Goodbye!" I shrieked. "Where's he going?"
"Into the Army," Alice said sweetly. "Isn't it wonderful?"
"You're crazy," I shouted. "The Army won't take him."
"I arranged a little something for him," Alice said. "I'm sure he'll be very useful in the camouflage department."
Camouflage!
I groaned and sank into a chair.
"Yes," Alice said pleasantly, "when he learned that Mystiffio was my father—not my husband as you so cleverly told him—he was quite angry for a while. But of course he felt better when he thought it over. And he was very happy to take my suggestion to apply for a commission in the camouflage. I think Horatio and I are going to get along nicely."
I groaned again.