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"
Then
you
signed
your
name
in
somebody
else
’
s
handwriting
again
,
"
the
colonel
retorted
with
a
shrug
.
"
That
’
s
all
that
means
.
"
"
Oh
,
this
is
ridiculous
!
"
the
chaplain
shouted
,
suddenly
losing
all
patience
.
He
jumped
to
his
feet
in
a
blazing
fury
,
both
fists
clenched
.
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
stand
for
this
any
longer
!
Do
you
hear
?
Twelve
men
were
just
killed
,
and
I
have
no
time
for
these
silly
questions
.
You
’
ve
no
right
to
keep
me
here
,
and
I
’
m
just
not
going
to
stand
for
it
.
"
Without
saying
a
word
,
the
colonel
pushed
the
chaplain
’
s
chest
hard
and
knocked
him
back
down
into
the
chair
,
and
the
chaplain
was
suddenly
weak
and
very
much
afraid
again
.
The
major
picked
up
the
length
of
rubber
hose
and
began
tapping
it
menacingly
against
his
open
palm
.
The
colonel
lifted
the
box
of
matches
,
took
one
out
and
held
it
poised
against
the
striking
surface
,
watching
with
glowering
eyes
for
the
chaplain
’
s
next
sign
of
defiance
.
The
chaplain
was
pale
and
almost
too
petrified
to
move
.
The
bright
glare
of
the
spotlight
made
him
turn
away
finally
;
the
dripping
water
was
louder
and
almost
unbearably
irritating
.
He
wished
they
would
tell
him
what
they
wanted
so
that
he
would
know
what
to
confess
.
He
waited
tensely
as
the
third
officer
,
at
a
signal
from
the
colonel
,
ambled
over
from
the
wall
and
seated
himself
on
the
table
just
a
few
inches
away
from
the
chaplain
.
His
face
was
expressionless
,
his
eyes
penetrating
and
cold
.
"
Turn
off
the
light
,
"
he
said
over
his
shoulder
in
a
low
,
calm
voice
.
"
It
’
s
very
annoying
.
"
The
chaplain
gave
him
a
small
smile
of
gratitude
.
"
Thank
you
,
sir
.
And
the
drip
too
,
please
.
"
"
Leave
the
drip
,
"
said
the
officer
.
"
That
doesn
’
t
bother
me
.
"
He
tugged
up
the
legs
of
his
trousers
a
bit
,
as
though
to
preserve
their
natty
crease
.
"
Chaplain
,
"
he
asked
casually
,
"
of
what
religious
persuasion
are
you
?
"
"
I
’
m
an
Anabaptist
,
sir
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
pretty
suspicious
religion
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Suspicious
?
"
inquired
the
chaplain
in
a
kind
of
innocent
daze
.
"
Why
,
sir
?
"
"
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
a
thing
about
it
.
You
’
ll
have
to
admit
that
,
won
’
t
you
?
Doesn
’
t
that
make
it
pretty
suspicious
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
sir
,
"
the
chaplain
answered
diplomatically
,
with
an
uneasy
stammer
.
