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Darrin!" called the O.C. And, a moment later, "Mr. Dalzell!" Both wondering midshipmen approached the officer in charge for the day at Bancroft Hall, and saluted. "Mr. Darrin," stated Lieutenant Nettleson, "you and your roommate may go to your room to leave your books. In the room you will find some evidences of disorder. Do not attempt to set them straight.
Dalzell had left their room, and the corridor was empty, Mr. Darrin's room. We made an inspection. At that time there were no such signs of disorder as those which Lieutenant Nettleson subsequently found. Then, sir, Mr. I held our door very slightly ajar, and stood in such a position that I could glance down the corridor and keep Mr. Darrin's room door constantly within my range of vision."
Pushing aside a dress uniform and a raincoat that hung like curtains, Lieutenant Nettleson gazed into the face of Midshipman Henkel! Henkel had been caught so suddenly, had realized it so tardily, that the grin of exultation had not quite faded from his face by the time that he stood exposed. In another second, however, that midshipman's face had turned as white as dirty chalk.
It was not long before his erect attitude was accounted for, for Lieutenant Nettleson, the officer in charge, came down into the corridor, followed by the cadet officer of the day. Farley stood quickly at attention, saluting the officer in charge, who returned the salute. Tap-Tap! sounded Lieutenant Nettleson's knuckles on the door.
Henkel entered that room up to the time when the disorder was discovered by Lieutenant Nettleson?" "I am certain, sir." He bore out the testimony just given by Farley in every particular. The manner of the commandant of midshipmen was still gentle when he turned again to Henkel. "Mr. Henkel, do you wish to modify your previous statements in any way?" "No, sir," replied Henkel.
Nettleson, I understand, relates to Mr. Darrin's late apparent course in matters of discipline?" inquired Commander Jephson. The commandant of midshipmen, who was middle-aged and slightly bald, removed his eye-glasses, holding them poised in his right hand while he gazed calmly at Mr. Nettleson. "Yes, sir. This is the matter," replied the O.C., saluting his superior.
"Aye, aye, sir." Lieutenant Nettleson made a further inspection of the room. "And Mr. Darrin has neglected to empty his washbowl. He has also thrown the towel on the floor. Put Mr. Darrin on the report for that as well." "Aye, aye, sir." "That is all here, Mr Hawkins." "Very good, sir." O.C. and cadet officer of the day turned to leave the room.
Having made this preliminary statement, the officer in charge now came down to the doings of the present day. Midshipman Henkel kept his gaze fixed on Lieutenant Nettleson's face. Henkel's bearing was almost arrogant. He had fully decided upon his course of lying himself out of his serious scrape. "It is already, sir," spoke Lieutenant Nettleson, "a matter of knowledge with you that Mr.
Just a shade longer than usual the lieutenant waited ere he turned the door knob and entered the room. Behind him, like a faithful orderly, stood Midshipman Hawkins, of the first class, cadet officer of the day. A quick look about the room Lieutenant Nettleson took, then turned to the cadet officer of the day. "Mr. Hawkins," spoke the O.C., "Mr.
Darrin's door, sir, I stepped out into the corridor, walked close to Mr. Darrin's room door, and then stood there until Lieutenant Nettleson and Mr. Hawkins arrived." "Then, Mr. Farley, you are certain that there was no disorder in Mr. Darrin's room at the time when he and Mr. Dalzell left to recite in mathematics? "I am absolutely positive, sir." "And you are also certain that none but Mr.
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