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The
chaplain
looked
down
his
arm
with
surprise
at
the
plum
tomato
Colonel
Cathcart
had
invited
him
to
take
.
"
I
got
it
in
Colonel
Cathcart
’
s
office
,
sir
,
"
he
managed
to
reply
.
"
Does
the
colonel
know
you
took
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
He
gave
it
to
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
in
that
case
I
guess
it
’
s
okay
,
"
Colonel
Korn
said
,
mollified
.
He
smiled
without
warmth
,
jabbing
the
crumpled
folds
of
his
shirt
back
down
inside
his
trousers
with
his
thumbs
.
His
eyes
glinted
keenly
with
a
private
and
satisfying
mischief
.
"
What
did
Colonel
Cathcart
want
to
see
you
about
,
Father
?
"
he
asked
suddenly
.
The
chaplain
was
tongue
-
tied
with
indecision
for
a
moment
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
ought
—
"
"
Saying
prayers
to
the
editors
of
The
Saturday
Evening
Post
?
"
The
chaplain
almost
smiled
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
Colonel
Korn
was
enchanted
with
his
own
intuition
.
He
laughed
disparagingly
.
"
You
know
,
I
was
afraid
he
’
d
begin
thinking
about
something
so
ridiculous
as
soon
as
he
saw
this
week
’
s
Saturday
Evening
Post
.
I
hope
you
succeeded
in
showing
him
what
an
atrocious
idea
it
is
.
"
"
He
has
decided
against
it
,
sir
.
"
"
That
’
s
good
.
I
’
m
glad
you
convinced
him
that
the
editors
of
The
Saturday
Evening
Post
were
not
likely
to
run
that
same
story
twice
just
to
give
some
publicity
to
some
obscure
colonel
.
How
are
things
in
the
wilderness
,
Father
?
Are
you
able
to
manage
out
there
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
Everything
is
working
out
.
"
