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Olive held out her hand for the telescope but Geraldine shook her head. There was a troubled expression in her eyes. "I suppose it's awfully silly, Captain Granet," she said, "but honestly, I don't think Ralph would take it as a joke at all if he knew that we were up here, trying to find out what was going on." Olive set down the telescope promptly. "I didn't think of that," she murmured.
"I sailed out this evening, hired a boat at Brancaster Staithe. The fellow wouldn't go anywhere near Market Burnham, though, and I'm rather sorry I tried to make him. They've got the scares here, right enough, Granet. I asked him to let me the boat for a week and he wasn't even civil about it. Didn't want no strangers around these shores, he told me.
Good-bye, please! I want to run away." He watched her go, a little dazed. A trim parlourmaid came out and, after a few words of explanation, superintended the disposal of her luggage in the hall. Then the taxicab man returned. "Back to Sackville Street," Granet muttered.
"Nothing to do with Granet, poor fellow," the Admiral continued. "Listen, I was walking, if you please, for a few yards with the man who is practically responsible to-day for the conduct of the war. At the corner of Pall Mall we came face to face with Thomson. I nodded and we were passing on, when to my astonishment my companion stopped and held out both his hands.
Thomson picked up his hat. "Well," he said quietly, "I cannot complain of your decision. After all, it is exactly what I expected." He made his adieux and departed. The Admiral sniffed as he glanced after him. "Very good chap, Thomson," he remarked, "but he doesn't quite understand. I bet you that fine young fellow Granet would never have suggested our running away like frightened sheep!
Surgeon-Major Thomson's silence was scarcely a hesitation. He was standing perfectly still, his eyes fixed upon the young soldier. "At present," he said, "I am not quite clear about that. If you are ready, Geraldine?" She nodded and they made their farewells to Lady Anselman. Granet looked after them with a slight frown. He drew his aunt on one side for a moment.
For a few moments Collins was busy. Then, with a little gasp, he gripped Granet's arm. His voice, shaking with nervous repression, was still almost hysterical. "They're coming, Granet! My God, they're coming!" Both men turned seaward.
Because we have known Hugh since he was a boy, and we have known Captain Granet for about a week." Geraldine rose to her feet. "You don't like Captain Granet, mother." "I do not dislike him," Lady Conyers replied thoughtfully. "I do not see how any one could." "Hugh does. He hinted things about him that he wasn't honest and then forbade me to tell him. I think Hugh was mean."
The Provost-Marshal, who is a friend of mine, told me that there was a special warning out against a person purporting to be an American chaplain who had escaped from Belgium. You don't happen to have heard of him, I suppose, do you?" Captain Granet looked doubtful. "Can't remember that I have," he replied. "They've been awfully clever, those fellows, though.
I never sleep, and I invited Captain Granet to come over here at twelve o'clock last night and take me for a motor ride. I was dressed, meaning to go, and Captain Granet came to fetch me.
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