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    " Well, we came up to her, sir. She'd mud on her face and her coat was torn. I said-----"
    "Ever seen her before?"
    "No, sir."
    "Would you recognize her again?"
    He hesitated. " I doubt it, sir. Her face was in a fair old mess."
    "She spoke to you?"
    ''Yes, sir. She said-----"
    "Recognize her voice? Any of you recognize her voice? Can you be quite sure of that?"
    Three solemn shakes of their heads. They hadn't recognized her voice.
    " All right," Hardanger said wearily. " She pitched me tale of the damsel in distress. At the psychological moment someone conveniently betrayed his presence and started running. You all took off after him. Catch a glimpse of him?"
    "A glimpse, only, sir. Just a blur in the darkness. Could have been anyone."
    "He took off in a car, I understand. Just another blur, I take it?"
    " Yes, sir. Not a car, sir. A closed van type, sir. A Bedford."
    " I see." Hardanger stopped and stared at him. " A Bedford! How the devil do you know? It was dark, you said."
    "It was a Bedford," Muirfleld insisted. "I'd know the engine anywhere.
    And I'm a garage mechanic in civvy street."
    "He's right, Superintendent," I put in. "A Bedford does have a very distinctive engine note."
    "I’ll be back." Hardanger was on his feet and it didn't need any clairvoyance to see him heading for the nearest telephone. He glanced at me, nodded at the seated soldiers and left.
    I said, pleasantly enough, "Who was the dog-handler in number one last night?" The circuit between the two barbed-wire fences were divided into four sections by wooden hurdles: number one was the section in which the break-in occurred. "You, Ferguson?"
    A dark stocky private in his middle twenties had risen to his feet.
    Ferguson was regular Army, a born soldier, tough, aggressive and not very bright.
    " Me," he said. There was truculence in his voice, not very much, but more waiting there if I wanted it.
    " Where were you at eleven fifteen last night?"
    " In number one. With Rollo. That's my alsatian."
    "You saw the incident that Corporal Muirfield here has described?"
    " 'Course I saw it."
    "Lie number one, Ferguson. Lie number two and you'll be returned to your regiment before the day is out."
    " I'm not lying." His face was suddenly ugly. " And you can't talk to me like that, Mister Cavell. You can't threaten me any more. Don't think we don't all know you were sacked from here!"
    I turned to the orderly. " Ask Colonel Weybridge to come here. At once, please."
    The orderly turned to go, but a big sergeant rose to his feet and stopped him.
    "It's not necessary, sir. Ferguson's a fool. It's bound to come out. He was at the switchboard having a smoke and a cup of cocoa with the gatehouse communications number. I was in charge. Never saw him there, but I knew about it and didn't worry about it. Ferguson always left Rollo in number one—and that dog's a killer, sir. It was safe enough."
    " It wasn't, but thanks. You've been in the habit of doing this for some time, haven't you, Ferguson?"
    " I haven't." He was scowling, sullen. " Last night was the first-----"
    "If there was a rank lower than private," I interrupted wearily, "you'd stay in it till the end of your days. Use what little sense you have. Do you think whoever arranged this decoy move and was standing by with his pliers ready to break in did it unless he knew for certain you wouldn't be on patrol at that particular time? Probably after Mr. Clandon finished his 11 pm. rounds visit to the main gate every night you went straight into the gatehouse for your smoke and cocoa. Isn't that it?"
    He stood staring down at the floor in stubborn silence until the sergeant said sharply, " For God's sake, Fergie, use your loaf. Everybody else here can see it. So can you."
    Again silence, but this time a sullen nod of defeat.
    "We're getting someplace. When you came here you left your dog—
    Rollo—behind?"
    "Yes, sir." Ferguson's days of truculent defiance were over.
    "What's he like?"
    " He'd tear