Flat 2

A shot rang out sharply, and Captain Hurley Brown did not need the
direction of the sound to guide him to Robert Weldrake's door. He had
tried to intercept the white-faced boy, who had brushed him aside and
entered his room, slamming the door and locking it.

Hurley Brown had seen that expression on a man's face before, and that
man, too--just such another promising young officer as Robert
Weldrake--had worn it on his return from the last of several interviews
with Emil Louba. A shot had followed o...