"I ain't asking suggestions from you," said the Orderly, still surly. "But I shall detail Baker and Skidmore for the duty.""Anyhow, it was just as much my fault as yours," Greta was saying. "And there's no reason why we can't be friends. All right?""Perfect," said the Lieutenant, handing him a couple of heavy Remington revolvers. "Stow these somewhere about your clothes, and get that blacking off your shoes as soon as you can, and you'll do.""Well, then, a hobby," Albin said. "If you're interested in it."