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Updated: July 6, 2025
Taste, inclination, and interest had suddenly deepened into an absorbing love for his profession. After a time, the Adjutant sent for him and held out a large, sealed envelope. "These are the plans I showed you," he said. "Colonel Farquhar is driving to Newcastle, and will stop at Storeton Grange for supper at midnight. The plans must be delivered to him there. You have a motorcycle, I think?"
"You took the plans with you when you left the camp, three or four hours before you were due at Storeton," said the Adjutant. "Where did you go?" "To my cousin's rooms in the town." "Mr. Lance Brandon's," said the Adjutant thoughtfully. "Did you stay there?" "No; we dined at The George." "A well-conducted house," the Adjutant remarked. "You took some wine at dinner?"
This was folly, and he changed the gear on moderate hills and altered the control when the engine did not need it, to occupy his mind; but the picture of the girl he carried away with him would not be banished. For all that, he reached Storeton Grange in time and, running up the drive, saw lights in the windows and a car waiting at the door.
"Yes," Dick answered, wondering whether the Colonel meant that it might have been better if he had run away. "Very well. You admitted having received the plans. What did you do with them?" "Buttoned them into the left pocket of my coat. When I got to Storeton, the envelope was gone." "How do you account for that?" "I can't account for it, sir."
"Yes." "Very well; it is not a long ride, but I'll release you from duty now. Don't be late at Storeton, take care of the papers, and get Colonel Farquhar's receipt." There was a manufacturing town not far off, and Dick decided to go there and spend the evening with a cousin of his. They might go to a theater, or if not, Lance would find some means of amusing him.
"I'm not sure your statement makes things better," the Colonel observed with some dryness. "Did you go straight to Storeton from the hall?" "No, sir. I spent an hour at a friend's house." "Whose house was it?" Dick pondered for a few moments, and then looked up resolutely. "I must decline to answer, sir.
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