in  the  firing-line.  I  had  discovered  a  number
of  them,  I  told  him,  sunning  themselves  in
cushy  jobs,  for  which  they  apparently  had
been  commandeered  by  various  'brass  hats.'
He  was  mildly  and  discreetly  sympathetic,
and  promised  to  go  into  the  matter.  But  the
tone  in  which  he  promised  lacked  the  sterling
ring  of  enthusiasm.  Sol  played  my  quid  pro
quo,  and  remarked  incidentally  that  he  had
one  of  my  most  useful  men  working  as  his
clerk.  That  did  it.  I  got  my  men,  and  left
him  the  typing  expert,  who,  after  all,  was
pretty  seedy.  He  was  a  nice  chap,  and  he
was  perfectly  brave,  but  I  guess  he  was  quite
comfy  where  he  was.
It  is  wonderful  how  a  man  falls  into  his
niche  if  he  wishes  to  strongly,  even  in  the
peremptory  stress  and  the  curtailed  fields  of
active  service.  I  had  an  orderly  in  Scotland
who  always  turned  up  to  do  orderly  duty
notwithstanding  that  the  orderlies  were  fre-
quently changed,  so  that  none  of  them  should
be  skimped  of  his  due  of  training  and  drill.
