6/13 The year before he had worn a sergeant's chevrons. This year, for some reason, he did not have the chevrons. He had meant to take down this new member of the second class, but found Prescott's tongue too ready. "I've never been one of the authorities on bootlick." "Nor I, either," laughed Prescott quietly. "So we won't be able to come to the point of any information on the subject, I'm afraid." Greg, with his back turned to the visitor as he bent over the study desk, had been frowning for some time. |