He thrust the letter and the flowers into his breast pocket, and opened the door.
Moody came in.
"What in blazes are you locked up for ?" he demanded, his keen little eyes scrutinizing Philip's feverish face.

"Afraid somebody'll walk in and steal you, Phil ?" "Headache," said Philip, patting a hand to his head.

"One of the kind that makes you think your brain must be a hard ball bumping around inside your skull." The sergeant laid his hand on Philip's arm.
"Go take a walk, Phil," he said, in a softer voice.

"It will do you good.

I just came in to tell you the news.