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Guess what his handicap is?" "No idea," Granet replied. "Forty, I should think." "Scratch at St. Andrews," Dickens told them. "His name's Collins. I don't' know anything else about him. He's paid for a week and we're jolly glad to get visitors at all these times." "Bridge or billiards?" young Anselman asked, rising. "Let's play billiards," Granet suggested.
"Seems to me I've heard something about Thomson somewhere," he said, half to himself. "By-the-bye, who is the pale girl with the wonderful eyes, to whom your nephew is making himself so agreeable?" "That is Isabel Worth," Lady Anselman replied. "She is the daughter of Sir Meyville Worth, the great scientist. I am afraid she has rather a dull time, poor girl.
And this is Geraldine's brother Lieutenant Conyers." The two men shook hands pleasantly. Lady Anselman glanced at the clock and turned briskly towards the corridor. "And now, I think," she announced, "luncheon." As she moved forward, she was suddenly conscious of the man who had been talking to Madame Selarne.
"Inspector of Field Hospitals or something, isn't he?" the other remarked carelessly. "I came across him once at Boulogne. Rather a dull sort of fellow he seemed." Lady Anselman sighed. "I am afraid Geraldine found him so," she agreed. "Her mother is very disappointed. I can't help thinking myself, though, that a girl with her appearance ought to do better." The Colonel reflected for a moment.
There are just twenty-four names in the United Kingdom which have been admitted to the privileges of free correspondence. The censor has no right to touch any letters addressed to them. Sir Alfred Anselman is upon that list." Thomson nodded gravely. "So I have been given to understand," he remarked. The Chief leaned back in his chair. His cold grey eyes were studying the other's face.
A gleam of sunlight flashed upon the yellow-gold of her plainly coiled hair. "Is it your nephew, Captain Ronald Granet, who is coming?" she asked a little eagerly. Lady Anselman nodded. "He only came home last Tuesday with dispatches from the front," she said. "This is his first day out." "Ah! but he is wounded, perhaps?" Madame Selarne inquired solicitously.
Granet sighed as he crossed the room and took his seat at the table. "If you fellows hadn't slept like oxen last night," he remarked, "you'd have known a lot more about it. I saw the whole show." "Nonsense!" Major Harrison exclaimed. "Tell us all about it?" young Anselman begged. "I heard the thing just as I was beginning to undress," Granet explained.
In fact he had to be carried to the automobile." "I suppose he didn't give any reason for his sudden attack?" "None that I am aware of, sir." Thomson stood for a moment deep in thought, then he turned away from the desk. "Thank you very much indeed," he said to the clerk. "The man's case rather interested me. I think I shall ask Lady Anselman to allow me to visit him.
Collins was seated in an easy-chair close to the window, reading a review. Granet accepted a cup of tea and stood on the hearth-rug. "How did the golf go this afternoon?" he inquired. "I was dead off it," Anselman replied gloomily. "Our friend in the easy-chair there knocked spots off us." Mr. Collins looked up and grunted and looked out of the window again.
The little party trooped out of the restaurant and made their way to a corner of the lounge, where tables had already been prepared with coffee and liqueurs. Geraldine Conyers and Captain Granet, who had lingered behind, found a table to themselves. Lady Anselman laid her fingers upon Major Thomson's arm. "Please talk for a few more minutes to Selarne," she begged.
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