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Meanwhile I'd gotten out of touch with my division, applied for a transfer to another branch, got stuck with an S. O. S. job, and landed home at the tail-end of everything after all the shouting was over." "I see," says I. "Bruzinski lost in the shuffle." "Precisely," says Waddy. "Mustered out months before I was. When I did get loose they wouldn't let me go back to Belgium. And then "
Oh, yes, I've traveled a lot abroad, but that's different. One hires a courier. Really, I should be lost out of New York. Besides, you know Mr. Robert said you were to oh, there he is now. I say, Bob, isn't Torchy to stay with me until I find Bruzinski?" "Absolutely," says Mr. Robert, throwin' a grin over his shoulder at me as he slips by.
But in civies, even a frock coat, I've an idea she wouldn't recognize me as a noble hero. Eh?" "Might be something in that," I admits. "But if I had the ring that she gave me her token well, you see?" goes on Waddy. "I must have it. So I must find Bruzinski." "Yes, that's your play," I agrees. "Where did he hail from?"
At which Waddy pushes to the front. "Oh, I say, Bruzinski! Remember me, don't you?" he asks. Joe looks him over casual and shakes his head. "I'm Lieutenant Fiske, you know," says Waddy. "That is, I was." "Well, I'll be damned!" says Joe earnest. "The Loot! What's up?" "That ring I gave you in Belgium," goes on Waddy. "I I hope you still have it?" "Ye-e-es," says Joe draggy.
"Wake up," says I. "You're being kidded." "But see here, my man " Waddy begins. "Mr. Llanders is the name," says the superintendent a bit crisp. "Ah, yes. Thanks," says Waddy. "It is quite important, Mr. Llanders, that I find Bruzinski at once." "Mayhap he'll be up by midnight for a bite to eat," says Llanders. "Then we'll just have to go down where he is," announces Waddy.
Just think, she has been in this country for weeks, came over with the King and Queen of Belgium and stayed on. Looking for me. I suppose. And I knew nothing at all about it until yesterday. She's in Washington. Jimmy Carson saw her driving down Pennsylvania avenue. He was captain of my company, you know. Rattle-brained chap, Jimmy. Hadn't kept track of Bruzinski at all.
I tried out three prominent citizens before I found one who savvied English. "Sure!" says he. "Joe Bruzinski? He must be the mine boss by Judson's yet. First right hand turn you take and keep on the hill up." "Until what?" says I. "Why, Judson's operation the mine," says he. "Can't miss. Road ends at Judson's." Uh-huh. It did. High time, too.
The jack-hammer crew gave us a line on where we might find Bruzinski, and I expect for a while there I led the way. After another ten-minute stroll, durin' which we dodged a string of coal cars being shunted down a grade, we comes across three miners chattin' quiet in a corner. One of 'em turns out to be the mine-boss. "Hey, Joe!" says Llanders. "Somebody wants to see you."
All over France I scattered my belongings. That's what you get by having had a valet for so long. "So I called up Joe Bruzinski, my top sergeant. Best top in the army, Joe; systematic, methodical. I depended upon him for nearly everything; couldn't have gotten along without him, in fact. Not an educated fellow, you know. Rather crude. An Americanized Pole, I believe.
"Why, from somewhere in Pennsylvania," says Waddy; "some weird little place that I never could remember the name of." "Huh!" says I. "Quite a sizable state, you know. You couldn't ramble through it in an afternoon pagin' Joe Bruzinski." "I suppose one couldn't," says Waddy. "But there must be some way of locating him. Couldn't I telegraph to the War Department?"
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