"Forbes and Robey--both down--at their own bungalow.

And they've got it at the barracks, too.
Macfarlane's there.

Can you come ?" "Of course--at once." Merryon pulled him forward.

"Go in there and get a drink while I speak to my wife!" He turned back to her door, but she met him on the threshold.

Her eyes burned like stars in her little pale face.
"It's all right, Billikins," she said, and swallowed hard.