"Take that to the provost marshal at once.

Well, Captain," he added calmly, as the officer again approached him, "what do you find ?" "Only this, sir," returned the captain, with a half smile, producing a small photograph.

"I suppose it was overlooked, too." He handed it to Brant.
There was a sudden fixing of his commanding officer's eyes, but his face did not otherwise change.
"It's the usual find, General.

Always a photograph! But this time a handsome woman!" "Very," said Clarence Brant quietly.

It was the portrait of his own wife..