in his report, then signed it.

Through a messenger, Darrin inquired if Lieutenant Cantor could
receive him. A reply came back that Dave might report to him
at once.

"This is my report, sir," Dave announced,

Dave was about to turn on his heel and leave the room, when Lieutenant
Cantor stopped him with:

"Wait a few moments, if you please, Darrin. I wish to run hastily
through your report."

Declining the offer of a chair, Darrin remained standing stiffly.

As he went through the report, Cantor frowned several times.
At last he laid the signed sheets down on his desk.

"Darrin," asked the division commander, "do you realize that you
are out of place in the Navy?"

"I do not, sir," Dave answered, coldly.

"Well, you are," pursued Lieutenant Cantor. "With your talents
you should engage in writing the most improbable kinds of romances."

"That report is true in every respect, sir," Dave frowned.

"It appears to me to be a most improbable report---as highly