He'll probably make you out a new order." Peter felt enormously relieved.

He relaxed, smiled, and got out a cigarette, offering the other one.

"Beastly lot of fuss they make over nothing, these chaps," he said.
"I know," said the R.T.O.; "but they're paid for it, my boy, and probably your old dear had been strafed himself this morning.

Well, cheerio; see you again to-night.

Come in time, and I'll get you a decent place." The great man's office was up two flights of wooden stairs in what looked like a deserted house.