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Updated: July 16, 2025
It was a queer little gathering in the drawing-room of Market Burnham Hall, queer and in a sense ominous. Two soldiers guarded the door. Another one stood with his back to the wide-flung window, the sunlight flashing upon his drawn bayonet. Granet, although he looked about him for a moment curiously, carried himself with ease and confidence. "How do you do, Sir Meyville?" he said.
Sir Meyville took Granet's arm and led him down the avenue. "Captain Granet," he said gravely, "I am an indiscreet person and I have an indiscreet daughter. Bearing in mind your profession, I may speak to you as man to man. Keep what you have seen absolutely secret. Put a seal upon your memory. Go back to Brancaster and don't even look again in this direction.
"How are you, Thomson?" Sir Meyville, who was in a state of great excitement, took absolutely no notice of the young man's greeting. Thomson pointed to a chair, in which Granet at once seated himself. "I have sent for you, Captain Granet," the former began, "to ask you certain questions with reference to the events of last night." "Delighted to tell you anything I can," Granet replied.
Isabel was standing at the end of the table, her fingers still clasped nervously together, a spot of intense colour in her cheeks. She kept her eyes turned sedulously away from Granet. Sir Meyville gripped her by the shoulder. "What do you mean, girl?" he demanded harshly. "What do you mean by all this rubbish? Speak out." Granet looked up for a moment. "Don't," he begged.
"Isn't this a little out of your line, though, Thomson?" Sir Meyville suddenly leaned forward. "That is the young man," he declared. "I took him to be the officer in command here and I showed him over my workshop. Quite a mistake absolutely a wrong impression!"
We will leave it there for the present. Will you come this way with me, if you please, Captain Granet? I won't trouble you, Miss Worth, or you, Sir Meyville. You might not like what we are going to see." Granet rose at once to his feet. "Of course, I will come wherever you like," he assented.
I hope when this is all over, though, you will allow me to come and renew my acquaintance with your daughter." "When it is over, with pleasure," Sir Meyville assented. Granet stepped into his car and drove off. The inventor stood looking after him. Then he spoke to the sentry and made his way across the gardens towards the boat-shed. "I ought to have known it from the first," he muttered.
During my visit we did not speak of politics." "More coincidences," Major Thomson remarked. "We pass on, then, to that night at Market Burnham Hall, when a Zeppelin was guided to the spot where Sir Meyville Worth was experimenting on behalf of the British Government, and dropped destructive bombs. A man was shot dead by the side of the flare.
Sir Meyville beamed upon them as he hastily turned a handle. "Now," he promised, "you shall see what no one has ever seen before. See, I point that arrow at that spot, about fifty yards out. Now look through this one, Isabel." The girl stooped forward, was silent for a moment, then she gave a little cry of wonder. She clutched Granet's arm and made him take her place. He, too, called out softly.
A curtain was drawn back and Isabel Worth came slowly towards them. She stood there, the curtains on either side of her, ghastly pale, her hands clasped in front of her, twitching nervously. "I am very sorry," she said. "This is all my fault." They stared at her in amazement. Only Granet, with an effort, kept his face expressionless. Sir Meyville began to mutter to himself.
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