This report Cantor folded carefully, tucking it away in an inner
pocket of his undress blouse. Then, gathering up the other reports
in one hand, he pushed aside the curtain and stepped outside.

"Hullo, Trent," he offered, in greeting, as that officer suddenly
appeared.

"Cantor, I want to talk with you for a moment," urged Lieutenant
Trent.

"Just now, I am on my way to the commanding officer with official
reports," Cantor objected.

"But what I have to say is urgent," Trent insisted. "Can't you
spare me just a moment?"

"If you'll be extremely brief," Cantor agreed, reluctantly.

"You may think I am interfering," Trent went on, "but I wish to
say that I heard that fracas in your quarters, between yourself
and Darrin. I happened to be passing at the moment."

Cantor gave an uneasy start. He felt a moment's fright, but hastily
recovered, for he was a quick thinker.

"It was outrageous, wasn't it, Trent?" he demanded.

"I should say that it was," replied his brother officer, though
he spoke mildly.