At least, it looked so after the bed clothes had been drawn up in place.
Then, glancing at the time, Dave Darrin waited---breathless.
Farley hastened into the room without losing time by knocking.
Under one arm he bore, half hidden, some roundish object, wrapped in a towel.
Without a word, but with a heart full of gratitude, Dave Darrin snatched out from its wrapping the effigy of a male human head.
It was done in wax, with human hair on the head.
Dave Darrin neatly fitted this at the top of the outlines of a figure under the bed clothing.
Under the full light the doughface looked ghostly.

In a dimmer light it would do very well.
"Thank you a thousand times, fellows," trembled Dave Darrin.

"Now hustle to your own quarters before the first stroke of taps sounds." The two useful visitors were gone like a flash.

Ere they had quite closed the door, Dave Darrin was removing his own uniform and hanging up trousers and blouse.

Next off came the underclothing and on went pajamas.
Just then taps sounded.