"I did." Gray's eyes remained fixed upon his interrogator, but they had begun to smolder.
"Then you're Colonel Gray.

Colonel Calvin Gray." "Quite so." The speaker's voice was harsh, and it came with an effort.
"But you didn't read _that_ in the _Post_.

Come! What's the idea?
Out with it." The interview had taken an unexpectedly disagreeable turn.

Gray had anticipated an unpleasant moment or two, but this--well, it was indeed the crash.

Calamity had overtaken him from the very quarter he had least expected and most dreaded, and his mind raced off at a tangent; a dozen unwelcome queries presented themselves.
"Strange what circles we move in," Haviland was saying.