“Sergeant!” Captain Masengill called out as he removed his riding gloves and tucked them under his belt. “Sergeant Howard!” The Sergeant jumped up seeming startled and ran outside quickly to greet the Captain. As he exited the door he placed a pair of fine copper bound spectacles to his face. Only one other time had I seen a man wear such a contraption on his face and for some reason it made the Sergeant appear smarter than he probably was. He locked his gaze on the Captain and popped smartly to attention rendering a proper salute.
“Captain Masengill! Good evening Sir.” Captain Masengill seemed to return this salute with a greater level of enthusiasm than I was used to seeing.
“Good evening Sergeant.” The Captain lowered his salute.
“What are you doing in London at this time Sir?” Capta
