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Show To tell the truth," said the Colonel, "that's why I've come. I hear there's a house vacant." "Not yet. Murakami's still around." The Colonel settled back. Reaching in his pocket he extracted a single cigarette and nested it on a lip. "We can wait." "Sir," the Major began, but the Colonel hadn't finished. "Lucky timing- - it'll get one of our families out of the BOQ. I wouldn't bother otherwise - - the distance, the drive. . . . " By then the Major had regained his voice, and he sat up straighfeer. "Remember, sir: these aren't your houses." The Colonel gazed, eyes bright. "Hope you're not rule-bound, Major," "Rule-bound!" The Major barked the words out. "Besides, his replacement's here." "The replacement, Major Hammond, is only a captain." Insubordinate suggestions rose to the Major's lips, but he forced them back. The Colonel waited a moaent; then he spoke up in a gentle, cajoling tone. "Don't worry, Major, we'll get along." The "we" hung in the air like a bright dagger, and when the implication sank in, the Major's brow grew dark. "Sorry, sir, I can't release it." "Not even to me?" asked the Colonel, half-teasing. But |