The Yale expositor., 1918-11-14
CHAPTER VII.


On the way to the war department
the following morning he was puzzling
over the affair, Kellerman's presence
in Mrs. KensOn's house, and Keller
mans possible connection with Hart
ley. who watched Eleanor.
He could not arrive at any but the
most fantastic solutions.
Kellerman welcomed him with his
usual suavity. They carried up the
papers from the safe; then Kellerman
called Mark into his own office.
About last night, Wallace" he
began. "Of course you acted all right,
as you understood the situation, but
there was a good deal that you did not
understand. That man you took home
to your rooms is sort of international
stool pigeon. if / can coin the phrase
Quite despicable-the One-time gentle
man who has lost his honor; and dan
gerOus, because he knows things that
nobody would credit him with know
ing. l suppose you wonder what was
doing in Mrs. KensOn's placer"
Not at all, Major Kellerman."
MY dear Wallace" said Kellerman,
laying hand on Marks shoulder, "I
want to give you piece of advice.
This is quite apart from our work
here. l don't think your qualities are
adapted to headquarters work. Go
back to your battalion-or, rather, take
advantage of your friends in Wash
ington to secure a good pOst''-he en-
phasized the adjective-"in regimental
work"
And as Mark looked at him in stu
pefaction, Kellerman added coolly:
II am not speaking officially, my
dear Wallace. Take the suggestion as
little clearer to you. your presence In
Washington is inconvenient to me for
personal reasons. l think you will ap-
preciate the reasons-the reason,
rather"
The mans insolence was madden
ing. Marks impulse was to dash his
fists into his face. But discipline
told
Mark saluted stifily and went away.
He sat down at his desk, fumlng. OF
course Kellerman had referred to Ell
eanor; and it suddenly occurred to
Mark that Kellerman might have
made a good deal of headway during
his absence.
Mark and Colonel Howard occupied
a small room at the end of the corri-
dor; the clerks room was without be-
tween the two, accessible from each,
was Kellerman's Office, which commu-
nicated, in turn, with the. Brigadier's.
Colonel Howard came I'm after q
while, and they went over their plans
together. They were engaged on a
complicated piece of work, involving
tonnage and computations of cubic
feet of space for cargoes. There had
been an error somewhere, and Mark
was trying hard to discover 1t when
the Brigadier came In in his usual iras-
chile manner.
'How long will that job take, How
ard?" he asked.
wallace will have IL finished by
noon, sir" answered the Colonel.
The Brigadler waved Mark to his
seat impatiently. "Bring 1t right In
to me as soon as you have the figures,
please" he said. "Tll wait for It. Sure
you can be through by noonT
'T'm sure, sir" answered Mark, who
was hot on the trail Of the error.
The Brigadier withdrew, taking the
Colonel with him for conference.
Mark worked steadily. The omission
was found, the computations were
balancing. A clerk knocked at the
door.
"What is itT asked Mark impa-
tiently.
"A man to see you, sir. He says his
names Hartley. Shall l show him in 2"
"Good Lord, mol I'll see him In the
waiting ROOM" answered Mark.
He locked the Office door, went