"At least not at present. Not until I've satisfied myself.
I'm going to write to three or four fellows who were in Section
Two for months,--before I was there,--and see if they know anything
about him. I'd write to Mr. Hereford himself, but he's in Europe.
He could give me the right dope in a minute. Piatt Andrew's in
France, I understand. The records will show, of course, but it will
take time to get at them. We must not breathe a word of all this
to Alix, Mary. Understand? I've got to make sure first. It would
be unpardonable if I were to make a break about him and he turned
out to be all right."
"You must find out as quickly as possible, Addison. We would never
forgive ourselves if we allowed Alix to--"
"Don't you worry! It won't take long to get a line on him.
I'd telegraph if I were sure of the addresses. I ought to hear in
three or four days, a week at the outside. Of course, he talks very
convincingly. That's what floors me. But, on the other hand, he's
too darned convincing. First of all, he called me Captain Blythe
all the time. That isn't done by fellows in the know. I'm just plain
Mister these days. He was rather hazy about the places I know all
about, and tremendously clear about places I've never even heard
of,--the places around Pont-a-Mousson, I mean. He actually looked
suspicious of me when I said I didn't know where they were.
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