"My bet is," he said, "that you're an officer of the State militia, taking notes for the fall manoeuvres.

Am I right ?" The stranger smiled in approval, but shook his head.
"You're warm," he said, "but it's more serious than manoeuvres.

It's the Real Thing." From his pocketbook he took a visiting card and laid it on the table.

"I'm 'Sherry' McCoy," he said, "Captain of Artillery in the United States Army." He nodded to the hand telephone on the table.
"You can call up Governor's Island and get General Wood or his aide, Captain Dorey, on the phone.

They sent me here.