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Corporal
Whitcomb
sauntered
back
in
wearing
a
shiny
new
smirk
and
leaned
his
elbow
impertinently
against
the
center
pole
of
the
chaplain
’
s
tent
.
"
Do
you
know
who
that
guy
in
the
red
bathrobe
was
?
"
he
asked
boastfully
.
"
That
was
a
C
.
I
.
D
.
man
with
a
fractured
nose
.
He
came
down
here
from
the
hospital
on
official
business
.
He
’
s
conducting
an
investigation
.
"
The
chaplain
raised
his
eyes
quickly
in
obsequious
commiseration
.
"
I
hope
you
’
re
not
in
any
trouble
.
Is
there
anything
I
can
do
?
"
"
No
,
I
’
m
not
in
any
trouble
,
"
Corporal
Whitcomb
replied
with
a
grin
.
"
You
are
.
They
’
re
going
to
crack
down
on
you
for
signing
Washington
Irving
’
s
name
to
all
those
letters
you
’
ve
been
signing
Washington
Irving
’
s
name
to
.
How
do
you
like
that
?
"
"
I
haven
’
t
been
signing
Washington
Irving
’
s
name
to
any
letters
,
"
said
the
chaplain
.
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
lie
to
me
,
"
Corporal
Whitcomb
answered
.
"
I
’
m
not
the
one
you
have
to
convince
.
"
"
But
I
’
m
not
lying
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
whether
you
’
re
lying
or
not
.
They
’
re
going
to
get
you
for
intercepting
Major
Major
’
s
correspondence
,
too
.
A
lot
of
that
stuff
is
classified
information
.
"
"
What
correspondence
?
"
asked
the
chaplain
plaintively
in
rising
exasperation
.
"
I
’
ve
never
even
seen
any
of
Major
Major
’
s
correspondence
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
have
to
lie
to
me
,
"
Corporal
Whitcomb
replied
.
"
I
’
m
not
the
one
you
have
to
convince
.
"
