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He is spending the afternoon at the Admiralty and she thought I might be interested." Major Thomson's face was expressionless and his murmured word non-committal. Granet had approached the dark mahogany sideboard and was fingering some bottles. "Let me mix you a cocktail," he suggested. "By Jove! That fellow Conyers would be the fellow for your American chaplain to get hold of.
What a glorious time for Grenoble and what wry faces Granet would make! Sulpice hastened to announce this news to Adrienne, although it would not become official until after Collard's funeral obsequies. He returned almost triumphantly to the Hôtel Beauvau.
Your last report received. Granet glanced eagerly back at the original message. It consisted of a few perfectly harmless sentences concerning various rates of exchange. He gave it to his uncle with a smile. "I shouldn't worry about that, sir," he advised. "It isn't the thing itself I worry about," Sir Alfred said thoughtfully, "they'll never decode that message.
There were few lights in the windows. He was admitted at once and passed on to his uncle's own servant. "Sir Alfred is in the study, sir," the latter announced, "if you will kindly come this way." Granet crossed the circular hall hung with wonderful tapestry, and passed through the sumptuously-furnished library into the smaller, business man's study, in which Sir Alfred spent much of his time.
"If I may, I'd be delighted," Granet promised heartily. "When are you going back?" "To-morrow. You're quite sure that you'll come?" "I shall come all right," Granet assured her.
Arrange it any way you please but don't send me Captain Granet out again in any capacity. Keep him at home. Mind, I am not saying word against him as a soldier. He has done some splendid work on more than one occasion, but notwithstanding this I do not wish to see him again with any of the forces under my command. Ever yours, "Did you show this to our friend?" Thomson inquired.
Granet struggled for a moment with an idea and rejected it. He drained his glass and leaned across the table. "He's a dull enough person really," he remarked, a little under his breath, "but I seem to be always running up against him. Once or twice he's given me rather a start." Sir Alfred smiled. He called the wine steward and pointed to his nephew's glass.
Financially, too, my influence as well as my resources have been of vast assistance to this country." Granet nodded and waited. He knew enough of his uncle to be aware that he would develop his statement in his own way. "When all has gone well," Sir Alfred continued, "when all seems absolutely peaceful and safe, it is sometimes the time to pause and consider.
This was now his own watchword, and yet he sought out Jouvenet to whisper to the Prefect of Police what he thought of his conduct. Jouvenet had come and gone. Granet, as if he had divined Lissac's preoccupation, looked at him sneeringly as he whispered to the fat Molina who was seated near him: "Alkibiades!" The soirée, moreover, was terribly wearisome to Lissac.
The man opened his coat and displayed a badge. "I am on Government service, sir." "Well, I am Captain Granet, back from the Front with dispatches a few days ago," Granet told him. "This is Miss Conyers, sister of Commander Conyers of the Scorpion, and Miss Olive Moreton, his fiancee.
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