“No, he hasn’t. He hasn’t even a first cousin anything like the age of the girl in the photo. I knew all the Singletons well, have for years. But Simcox insisted his girl must be some relation of Pat’s, and in the end I promised to ask the boy. In the first place, if she was a relation, it seemed an impudent sort of thing to do, and if she wasn’t, Pat would be sure to make up some infernal story about me and a girl and tell it all over the place. However, my wife egged me on and poor Simcox was so frightfully keen that I promised. “Well, I sent for Pat Singleton next morning. He was a little subdued at first, as much subdued as I’ve ever seen him. He thought I was going to rag him about the spoof he’d played off on the nurse. He did that before he was twelve hours in the house. Remind me to tell you about it afterwards. I don’t wonder he looked piano. She’d been going for him herself and that woman is a real terror. However, he cheered up the moment I showed him the photo of the girl. He asked me first of all where the devil I’d got it. Said he’d lost it somewhere before he was wounded.” “Oh, it was his, then?” I said. “Yes,” said Daintree, grinning, “it was his. He was particularly anxious to know how I came by it. I didn’t tell him, of course. Couldn’t give Simcox away, you know. Then Pat began to cheek me. Asked if I’d fallen in love with the girl and what my wife would say when he told her. Said he carried the photo about with him and showed it to fellows just to watch them falling in love with her. It seems that nine men out of ten admired her greatly. He asked me if I didn’t think she was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, and that I wasn’t the first man by any means who wanted her name and address. He grinned in a most offensive way and said that he never gave away that girl’s name to anyone; that I ought to know better than to go running after a nice, innocent little thing like that who wouldn’t know how to take care of herself. I wasn’t going to stand much of that sort of talk from Pat Singleton. I told him straight that if he didn’t tell me that girl’s name and where she lived I’d make things hot for him. I threatened to report the little game he’d had with the nurse and that if I did he’d be court-martialled. I don’t know whether a man could be court-martialled for cheeking a nurse, but the threat had a good effect on Pat. He really was a bit afraid of that woman. I don’t wonder, though it’s the first time I’ve ever known him afraid of anyone.” Daintree paused and chuckled horribly. “Well,” I said, “who was the girl?” “Haven’t you tumbled to it yet?” said Daintree. “No. Do I know her?”