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Show 148 and holding their coats to break the gale they ran up the steps. The door swung back as they reached the top: it was Smead. "Major!" And he ushered them inside. "Jesus, why're you out? I was about to leave." He led the way through the darkened orderly room to his own office. "Take off your coat." During the drive the Major's anger had vanished; now he looked bland, almost happy, and he dismissed Smead's suggestion with a toss of his hand. "Meant to come offcaner, Captain. Should be more sociable," "Wish you would,sir. Too bad: you on your side and we on ours - - the bay isn't that big. Besides" - - he winked slyly -• "we wouldn't mind a vacation from the Colonel . , . ." He looked around the barren, GI office. "If we were home I'd offer you a drink." "Sorry we aren't. I'd like to see your place; heard a lot about it." Smead grinned. "We'll have you over. It's nice, if I do say so." And nodding toward Sid. "You've seen it." "Very nice," said Sid. "Very nice." "How's the bar?" asked the Major. "Finished yet?" "Sir?" o "Bar finished? Hear y^u put one in." Smead ducked his head in smiling complacency. "Oh yeah. |