"The question, Windrush, is why?" Colonel Maxwell asked. "Why cut Welland"s throat; why send men in to knife him when they could have just shot him if they wanted to?"
Jack looked around. He had reported the murder to Maxwell and hoped to hear no more about it, but instead, Maxwell had ordered him to his tent the moment he completed his next stint in the trenches. Now he stood there, uneasy between Maxwell and the stout, bearded man who sat in an armed chair, tapping his white cane on the ground.
"The only reason I can think of is to spread fear." The bearded man spoke in a slow, deep voice. Jack kept quiet; Colonel Maxwell had not yet introduced them. "Being shot in battle is part of the soldier"s bargain. It could happen to any of us; being murdered like that is unexpected and alarming
