Just grinned, and became the perkiest squadron of the lot!
"Now they're all sleeping like two-year-olds. Reason? Not a word of
reason! I saw young Warrington just now on his way to their quarters
with a lantern, and if he can find any of 'em awake perhaps he can
get the truth out of 'em, for they'll talk to him when they won't to
anybody else. By the way, Warrington can't have come in with you, did
he?"
Kirby ignored the question.
"Did you tell Warrington to go and ask them?" he demanded.
"Yes. Passed him in the dark, but did not recognize him by the
smell. No--no! Got as near him as I could, and then leaned up against
the scent to have a word with him! Musk! Never smelt anything like it
in my life! Talk about girls! He must be in love with half India, and
native at that! Brazen-faced young monkey! I asked him where he got
the disinfectant, and he told me he fell into a mud-puddle!"
"Perhaps he did," said Kirby. "Was there mud on him?"
"Couldn't see. Didn't dare get so near him! Don't you think he ought
to be spoken to? I mean, the eve of war's the eve of war and all that
kind of thing, but--"
"I wish you'd let me see the Orders of the Day," Kirby interrupted.
"I want to make an addition to them."
"I'll send an orderly."
"Wish you would."
Five minutes later Kirby sat at his private desk, while Brammle
puffed at a cigar by the window.
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