Tray in hand, Colonel Potter lowers himself onto a bench. " I heard a fascinating story from Frank. It seemed to involve sedatives, Frank, a tobacco pipe, General MacArthur, and you two. Doozy of a tale. I think he used the words 'court-martial' to describe it, if memory serves."
Hawkeye snaps his head up, eyes glinting. "He -- that ferret!"
"That fink!" BJ slaps a hand down, rattling his tray. "I thought we had a deal with him."
Colonel Potter raises an eyebrow. "Just goes to show you boys. Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead."
