"You're early, aren't you?" she said.

"I fancy it is you who are late."

Then he realized that the chauffeur was waiting to speak to him.

"Yes, Jackson?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I guess I'll be leaving at the end of my month, Mr.

Spencer."

"Come into the library and I'll talk to you. What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, sir. I have been very well suited. It's only--I

used to be in the regular army, sir, and I guess I'm going to be needed

again."

"You mean--we are going to be involved?"

"Yes, sir. I think we are."

"There's no answer to that, Jackson," he said. But a sense of irritation

stirred him as he went up the steps to the house door. Jackson was a

good man. Jackson and Klein, and who knew who would be next?

"Oh, damn the war," he reflected rather wearily.




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