Chapter 12: Clyde Asks a Favor

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌⁠Over at the Broadmoor bench Major Loring sprang to his feet, sent his gaze along the line of huddled forms, and called, “Locke!” Startled, Barry pushed his head from his blanket, like an inquiring turtle, saw, and answered. The Major led him toward the end of the bench, a hand on his arm.

“Go in for Noble,” he said crisply, “and kick out of there. Mind you, don’t speak to any one but the officials