Can you picture an officer as telling a deliberate falsehood ?" "It wouldn't be extremely difficult to picture Cantor as doing anything unmanly," Dan replied, slowly.
"Oh, but he couldn't tell a falsehood," Darrin protested.

"That would be impossible---against all the traditions of the service." "My infant," Dan retorted, "I am afraid that, some day, you will have a rude awakening." While these events were happening Captain Gales was closely questioning John Carmody.

Coxswain Riley and Corporal Ross of the marines had already been before him.
As Darrin left his division officer's quarters Cantor turned to wipe his stinging cheek, which he next examined closely in a glass.
Then he turned back to his desk, smiling darkly.
Rapidly he wrote his comment on Darrin's report, signed his own report, and then leaned back, thinking hard.
"I'll do it!" he muttered, the sinister smile appearing again.
Picking up his pen, He began to write a separate report, charging Ensign David Darrin with viciously knocking him down while on duty.
This report Cantor folded carefully, tucking it away in an inner pocket of his undress blouse.

Then, gathering up the other reports in one hand, he pushed aside the curtain and stepped outside.
"Hullo, Trent," he offered, in greeting, as that officer suddenly appeared.
"Cantor, I want to talk with you for a moment," urged Lieutenant Trent.
"Just now, I am on my way to the commanding officer with official reports," Cantor objected.
"But what I have to say is urgent," Trent insisted.

"Can't you spare me just a moment ?" "If you'll be extremely brief," Cantor agreed, reluctantly.
"You may think I am interfering," Trent went on, "but I wish to say that I heard that fracas in your quarters, between yourself and Darrin.