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Rh "Yes," I said gaily, "you must be known by your real name now."

But Harry was still staring at Colonel Race.

"So you know, sir," he said at last.

"I never forget a face. I saw you once as a boy."

"What's all this about?" I asked, puzzled, looking from one to the other.

It seemed a conflict of wills between them. Race won. Harry turned slightly away.

"I suppose you're right, sir. Tell her my real name."

"Anne, this isn't Harry Lucas. Harry Lucas was killed in the War. This is John Harold Eardsley."