Four Men and a Prayer Page #2

there's something funny about this.

Quite. That's why the old man

asked us to meet him here.

Now look here. We've all got to appear

as though nothing had happened...

as though this is a perfectly

natural homecoming.

Do you remember how he

used to come home on leave?

Full of beans, all sorts of plans?

- Mmm.

- Yes. You know how he'll take this, don't you?

You bet.

Head up and smiling.

Here he comes.

Yes, that sounds like the governor.

Manders! Manders,

the colonel's here.

The colonel? Oh!

Hello, Manders.

Back again, huh?

- Welcome home, sir.

- Thank you.

- Your case, sir?

- No, I'll keep that myself.

A bit of weather, sir.

A trifle cold perhaps.

- A trifle damp too, Manders, huh?

- Oh, yes, sir.

- Mr. Wyatt and the others are in the library, sir.

- Right.

Hello, boys.

Good of you to come.

- How are you, governor?

- Hello, Father.

- Hello, lads.

- Welcome home, Dad.

Let's have a look at you.

Squad! 'Shun!

Number!

- Beano, sir.

- Boson, sir.

- Nosey, sir.

- Rodney, sir.

Huh? I didn't quite

get that last one.

Oh, all right then.

Snicklefritz.

- But I think it's a rotten name, sir.

- Well, you chose it yourself.

Remember? You were

going to be a magician.

Snicklefritz the Great.

Unlucky day for me, sir.

Dismissed!

Beano, what happened

to the big oak by the gate?

Why, I had to have it cut down, sir.

It died.

Pity.

One hates to see

staunch old friends go down.

Glad to see you're looking

so fit, governor.

Hmm. You're taking it well, boys.

- I knew you would.

- There's nothing to take, sir.

- We knew there was something sticky about it.

- There was.

We all read the evidence.

What about that batman

of yours- Mulcahay?

I'd as soon distrust one of you.

And Captain Loveland?

- So far as I know, an officer doing his duty.

- Drake, sir?

One of the best. He got special leave

to come home and help me.

- You're going to fight, of course.

- Naturally.

- Good.

- We knew you wouldn't take this lying down, sir.

And neither will we.

We're in this with you, if we can help.

You bet we are. We've always stuck together-

all of us- through fire, flood and famine.

Famine, Snicklefritz?

When was that?

Well, the time that Nosey and I

got lost in the woods and missed supper.

Sit down, sir.

You must be feeling tired.

I am a bit tired.

The nights on the boat

were the worst...

when I knew how all

you fellows must be feeling.

Well, I-I think

we'll all have a spot.

That's a sound idea.

Now, have you any idea-

Oh. Uh, have you any idea, sir,

of the motive behind all this?

I have.

A very definite idea.

It was the work

of a munitions syndicate.

- The tribe that revolted had

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