“Oh—nothing much,” he replied with that wise smile that I hated. “Little enough to ask in return for my silence.” “You’re crazy, Jay-Jay. Honestly, are you shell-shocked or something?” “Not crazy at all.... I just don’t like these French women, that’s all.... And since you are obliging the Captain you may as well oblige me: do your duty by your country, you know....” I was furious. I was so mad my mouth chattered and I couldn’t speak at all. If I knew how to hit a man real hard, I’d have killed him on the spot.... The dirty rotten bum! He knew I was mad, and he, too, lost his temper. “No more evasions or beating around the bush!” he declared. “Are you or are you not coming with me?” I saw a taxi coming slowly along the street, apparently looking for a fare. I decided to make a break. “I’ll call an M.P. and have you taken in, if you don’t come,” he was saying. There was an M.P. not more than a hundred yards away. I couldn’t wait any longer. I drew back and spit in his face as an answer and ducked into the street just in time to get on the running board of the taxi as Jay-Jay called to the M.P. and they started in pursuit. A few minutes later I landed at the Captain’s and rushed into his room.... And what happened after that can best be told from another point of view. * * * * * About five minutes later Jay-Jay appeared at the Captain’s door with an M.P. behind him. “What’s on your mind?” inquired the Captain pleasantly, looking up from the table on which he was playing rummy with Sergeant Canwick. “That girl is under arrest,” spluttered Jay-Jay, marching up to the sergeant and seizing his shoulder. “What girl?” demanded the Captain, in surprise. “This girl!” retorted Jay-Jay. “We saw her come up here. She’s the one we’re after.” “Just a minute.... Just a minute, Lieutenant,” the Captain crooned, getting up from his chair and walking around the table. He grasped the hand that held Sergeant Canwick’s shoulder and the hand was removed instantly. “Now ... if you will explain this intrusion in some sensible manner, I will listen. The sergeant happens to be a friend of mine and I feel certain that he has not broken any rules or regulations.... Now, what’s on your mind?” “Don’t make me laugh, Captain,” replied Jay-Jay with a snarl. “I hate to spoil your little fun.... I believe I could mention a few violations on your own part, if it becomes necessary.” The Captain laughed. “I pay for the wine I drink, Lieutenant.” Then he turned to the M.P. and asked, in a pleasant voice, “Can you tell me what you’re looking for?” “Don’t know anything about it, sir,” replied the M.P. “The Lieutenant called me to help chase a man who hopped a taxi and came here. That’s all I know about it, sir.” “Is this the man?” asked the Captain, indicating the sergeant. “Can’t prove it by me, sir,” replied the M.P. “All I saw was his back.”