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WO officers of widely different interests and professions faced each other across a desk in the Naval Hospital, looking animatedly into each other's faces by the light that came down to them from the single droplight over the desk. One of the men was young, of Nordic type, with most of his life yet before him. He had too much imagination. He thought he could write and was forever looking for plot material. The other man had spent as much time in the service as the younger had spent in the world. He was a dental surgeon and a good one. He likewise had imagination and would have been a writer had he been less indolent. He never missed an opportunity of discussing stories and story builders.

Two-and-a-half-striper Danvers, dental surgeon extraordinary, and Wade Alexander, lieutenant of