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"To-morrow, at the Prisons' Commission, Monsieur le Ministre," said Granet. And amid salutations on every side Vaudrey withdrew, smiling and good-humored as usual. In order to reach the box, Vaudrey had to cross the stage. The new scene was set.
"That will be easy enough so long as you are popular and solid in Parliament; but on the day that it is clearly proved that such and such a future minister can make himself more useful than you to the personal interests of everybody and there are such ministers in sight " "Granet, yes, I know! He promises more butter than bread, to cry quits later in giving more dry crusts than fresh butter.
"He was, dear," her mother assented, "and it made me think. That's all. I have a fancy that some day when the time comes that Hugh is free to talk, he will be able to interest you well, quite as much as Captain Granet.... Now then, dear, hurry. There's the car at the door for you and you haven't your hat on." Geraldine went upstairs a little thoughtfully.
"It's coded, Ronnie, and between you and me I don't believe they'll be able to read it, but whose doing is that?" he added, pointing with his finger to the envelope. "It must have been a mistake," Granet muttered. Sir Alfred glanced toward the closed door. Without a doubt they were alone. "I don't know," he said. "Mistakes of this sort don't often occur.
As soon as he was alone, Granet threw himself into the easy-chair. He was filled with a bitter sense of being entrapped. He had been a little rash at Market Burnham, perhaps, but if any other man except Thomson had been sent there, his explanations would have been accepted without a word, and all this miserable complication would have been avoided.
"It really doesn't matter much, does it," Granet went on, "so long as we get rid of the brutes. I was perfectly certain, when we were down at Portsmouth, that your brother had something up his sleeve. Does give one a thrill, doesn't it, when one's ashore and doing nothing, to read of things like this?" "You'll soon be at work again," she told him encouragingly. "I don't know," he sighed.
"In what way?" she demanded. "I judge only by the facts, the things you have said to me, your accusations against Captain Granet. Why should you go out of your way to investigate cases of suspected espionage?" "You cannot believe that I would do so unless I was convinced that it was my duty?" "I cannot see that it is your business at all," she told him shortly. He rose from his place.
"We'll all go over and have a look for him this afternoon if he hasn't turned up," Anselman suggested. "What about playing me a round of golf this morning?" "Suit me all right," Granet agreed. "I'd meant to lay up because of my arm, but it's better this morning. We'll start early and get back for the papers." They motored down to the club-house and played their round.
"I don't suppose you can do anything," Granet replied, "but I am going to spend to-day and to-morrow, too, if necessary, in this place, bothering every one I ever heard of. You have some influence, I know. Get me a job out of this country." Thomson raised his eyebrows slightly. "You want to go abroad again?" "Anywhere anyhow!
There was scarcely a breath of wind, no moon nor any stars. Little clouds of grey mist hung about on the marshes, shutting out their view of the sea. The stillness was more than usually intense. "Can't hear a thing," young Anselman muttered at last. "It may have been fancy," Granet admitted. "A motor-cycle going along the Huntstanton Road," Major Harrison suggested.
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