I must say I didn’t get much excited at first over this Marion Gray tragedy. You see, I’d just blown in from Cleveland, where I’d been shunted by the Ordnance Department to report on a new motor kitchen. And after spendin’ ten days soppin’ up information about a machine that was a cross between a road roller and an owl lunch wagon, and fillin’ my system with army stews cooked on the fly, I’m suddenly called off. Someone at Washington had discovered that this flying cook-stove thing was a problem for the Quartermaster’s Department, and wires me to drop it.