5/14 I wasn't the man you were after at all, and yet I am held prisoner, shut up here behind iron bars. What is this place, anyhow ?" "It is called 'Elmhurst,' sir." "Elmhurst? Where is that precious lieutenant ?" "I presume he is in bed, sir," and Peter rose quietly to his feet, and began replacing the dishes on his tray. Apparently there was not a nervous throb to his pulse, and he remained blissfully indifferent to my presence. I stared helplessly at him, even words failing me. |