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Sir Meyville and a man in uniform were talking together near the window. They turned around at Granet's entrance and he gave a little start. For the first time a thrill of fear chilled him, his self-confidence was suddenly dissipated. The man who stood watching him with cold scrutiny was the one man on earth whom he feared Surgeon Major Thomson.
"The name of the village where Sir Meyville Worth lives is Market Burnham, which, as I think I told you, is within a few miles of Brancaster. Geoffrey, at my instigation, has arranged a harmless little golf party to go to Brancaster the day after to-morrow. You will accompany them. In the meantime, Miss Worth, Sir Meyville Worth's only daughter, is staying in London until Wednesday.
"Who are you, then?" he demanded. "Who are you, sir?" "I am Captain Granet of the Royal Fusiliers, back from the Front, wounded," Granet replied. "I can assure you that I am a perfectly trustworthy person." "But I don't understand," Sir Meyville said sharply. "What are you doing here?" "I came to call upon your daughter," Granet explained.
"Did that come from reports?" Granet asked eagerly. "It did," Sir Alfred said. "Further than that, the main part of the instrument is being made under the supervision of Sir Meyville Worth, in a large workshop erected on his estate in a village near Brancaster in Norfolk." "I take it back," Granet remarked.
"I had the pleasure of meeting her at lunch at Lady Anselman's the other day. We have been playing golf together at Brancaster." Sir Meyville began to mumble to himself as he pushed them into the boat. "My fault," he muttered, "my fault. Captain Granet, I thought that my daughter knew my wishes. I am not at present in a position to receive guests or visitors of any description.
There are often some quite nice men staying there. If only father weren't so awfully peculiar, the place would be almost tolerable in the season. That reminds me," she went on, with a little sigh, "I must warn you about father. He's the most unsociable person that ever lived." "I'm not shy," Granet laughed. "By-the-bye, pardon me, but isn't your father the Sir Meyville Worth who invents things?
You must tell your men, Captain Chalmers, never to relax their vigil. This place must be watched by night and by day. My last invention was a great step forward, but this is absolute success. For the next few months this is the most precious spot in Europe." "It isn't Captain Chalmers, father," Isabel interrupted. Sir Meyville seemed suddenly to become still. He looked fixedly at Granet.
"Is he going to take us to the workshop?" "I believe so," she assented. They had hard work to keep up with Sir Meyville as he led them hastily down the little stretch of shingle to where a man was sitting in a boat. They all jumped in. The man with the oars looked doubtfully for a moment at Granet, but pulled off at once when ordered to do so.
"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.
You will pardon my apparent inhospitality. I shall ask you, sir, to kindly forget this visit and to keep away from here for the present." "I shall obey your wishes, of course, sir," Granet promised. "I can assure you that I am quite a harmless person, though." "I do not doubt it, sir," Sir Meyville replied, "but it is the harmless people of the world who do the most mischief.
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