He grumbled a great deal over missing the little
dinner Alix was giving on the first night of their stay, and sent
more than one lamentation forth in the shape of notes carried up
to the house on the knoll by Jim House, the venerable handy-man at
Dowd's Tavern.
"I really don't recall him," said Addison Blythe, frowning
thoughtfully. "He probably came to the sector after I left, Miss
Crown. I've got a complete roster at home of all the fellows who
served in the American Ambulance up to the time it was taken over.
I'd like to meet him. I may have run across him any number of times.
Names didn't mean much, you see, except in cases where we hung out
together in one place for some time. I would remember his face,
of course. Faces made impressions, and that's more than names did.
Courtney Thane? Seems to me I have a vague recollection of that
name. You say he was afterward flying with the British?"
"Yes. He was wounded and gassed at--at--let me think. What was the
name of the place? Only a few weeks before the armistice."
"There was a great deal doing a few weeks before the armistice,"
said Blythe, smiling. "You'll have to be a little more definite than
that. The air was full of British aeroplanes from London clear to
Palestine. What is he doing here?"
"Recovering his health. He has had two attacks of pneumonia, you
see,--and a touch of typhoid.
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