A Thin Line Page 37
“I slipped in a few minutes ago, John. It seems I will be underfoot for a while.”
“And why’s that?”
“I have been relieved of my position.”
“But you are the Director of the War Office.”
“Not anymore. It seems people are concerned about my health. I say I’m too ornery to die.”
“Too true, sir. Well, what do you plan to do?”
“Either prove to everyone I am as healthy as an ox, or prove Presley is inept.”
“And how do you plan to do that.”
“The hell if I know, John,” Mack sighed, holding his aching, bandage-wrapped side.
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