McDowell added nothing to enlighten him. He was gathering up a number
of papers scattered on his desk, smiling with a grim satisfaction.
"It's Larsen all right if Shan Tung says so," he told Keith. And then,
as if he had only thought of the matter, he said, "You're going to
reenlist, aren't you, Conniston?"
"I still owe the Service a month or so before my term expires, don't I?
After that--yes--I believe I shall reenlist."
"Good!" approved the Inspector. "I'll have you a sergeancy within a
month. Meanwhile you're off duty and may do anything you please. You
know Brady, the Company agent? He's up the Mackenzie on a trip, and
here's the key to his shack. I know you'll appreciate getting under a
real roof again, and Brady won't object as long as I collect his thirty
dollars a month rent. Of course Barracks is open to you, but it just
occurred to me you might prefer this place while on furlough.
Everything is there from a bathtub to nutcrackers, and I know a little
Jap in town who is hunting a job as a cook. What do you say?"
"Splendid!" cried Keith. "I'll go up at once, and if you'll hustle the
Jap along, I'll appreciate it. You might tell him to bring up stuff for
dinner," he added.
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