CHAPTER VIII
A QUESTION OF RANK
Tam stood in the doorway of Squadron Headquarters and saluted.
"Come in, Sergeant Mactavish," said Blackie, and Tam's heart went down into his boots.
To be called by his surname was a happening which had only one significance. There was trouble of sorts, and Tam hated trouble.
"There are some facts which General Headquarters have asked me to verify—your age is twenty-seven?"
"Yes, sir-r."
"You hold the military medal, the French Médaille Milltaire, the Russian medal of St. George and the French Croix de Guerre?"
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