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Show 89 -- again sarcasm invadsri the words -- "cigarettes worry the Army. And that's why we're talking. Sold any?" "Not lately," said Sid in good conscience. He had forgotten to pick up his ration. "Doesn't have to be lately. We don't know when these went out." And reaching into a drawer he pulled forth two packs of Camels. "I don't smoke Camels," said Sid. "Ever had any?" "Not here." "Hm." Smead looked again, as if to test Sid's veracity; then he walked to the window and, humming something toneless, looked out. Sid waited. In the silence he grew restless, and drawing out his own pack, lit a Chesterfiald. Smsad walked to the outer office and spoke briefly to Soderquist. In a moment there came a knock on the door, and Soderquist stuck his head in. "Here she is." Smead held the door aside and tossed his head in curt command. Kimiko entered. On spotting Sid, her eyas widened. "Oh, sir." And she glanced away, her emotions in sudden turmoil. "The MPs found the cigarettes mm at the Fuji-en," said Smead. "They put the bee on the owner, who said he got them from hsr. WB picksri her up." Smead paused a moment. "Since she's your maid -" |