"Is martial law proclaimed yet?" asked Kirby in a voice that the
general seemed to think was strained, for he looked around sharply.

"Not yet. Why?"

"Information, sir. Anything else?"

"No. Good night."

"Good night, sir."

Kirby nearly ran into Warrington as he hurried back toward the door.

"Find a police officer!" he ordered.

"They all passed you a minute ago, sir," answered Warrington.
"They're headed for police headquarters. Heard one of 'em say so."

Kirby pulled himself together. A stranger would not have noticed
that he needed it, but Warrington at his elbow saw the effort and was
glad.

"Go to police headquarters, then," he ordered. "Try to get them to
bring a dozen men and search, that house; but don't say that Ranjoor
Singh's in there."

"Where'll I find you, sir?"

"Barracks. Oh, by the way, we're a sure thing for the front."