sternly.
Henkel obeyed, his legs shaking under him.
"What is your name ?" "Henkel, sir." "Mr.Henkel, what are you doing in the room of another midshipman, in the absence of both occupants?
"I--I--just dropped in, sir!" stammered affrighted midshipman.
"Mr.Henkel, sir," continued Lieutenant Nettleson sternly, "it has long been a puzzle to the discipline officers why Mr.Darrin should so deliberately and senselessly invite demerits for lack of care of his equipment.

You may now be certain that you will be accused of all breaches of good order and discipline that have been laid at Mr.Darrin's door.

Have you anything to say, sir." Midshipman Henkel, who had been doing some swift thinking, had had time enough to realize that no one had seen him doing any mischief in the room.

The offense, merely, of visiting another midshipman's room improperly would call but for ten demerits.
Pooh! The scrape was such a simple one that he would lie valiantly out of the graver charge and escape with ten demerits.
"I admit being here, sir, without propriety.

I am innocent of any further wrongdoing, sir," lied the culprit.
Lieutenant Nettleson studied the young man's face keenly.
"Mr.Henkel, was Mr.Darrin's bed turned down and in its present disordered state when you entered the room ?" "Yes, sir." "You declare this on your honor as a midshipman and gentleman ?" "Yes, sir," lied the unabashed Henkel.
"Was Mr.Darrin's washbowl in its present untidy state ?" "I don't know, sir.