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I will admit, if you like, that the Kaiser's attitude may render it advisable for me to be transferred from Berlin. I do not admit that I am not at once eligible for a position of similar importance in another capital." "No one would doubt it," John Hebblethwaite grumbled, "except those particular fools we have to deal with. I suppose they didn't see it in the same light."
Hebblethwaite declared severely, "and if you watch the social measures which we have passed during the last two years, you will see that every penny we could spare has been necessary in order to get them into working order. It is our contention that an army is absolutely unnecessary and would simply have the effect of provoking military reprisals.
I mistook the date for the Grand Review. I signed the order for mobilisation at the Admiralty, seven days ago. We are safe, Hebblethwaite! I've been getting wireless messages all day yesterday and to-day. We are at Cromarty and Rosyth. Our torpedo squadron is in position, our submarines are off the German coast.
I had as a fellow passenger a person whom I am convinced is high up in the German Secret Service Intelligence Department." "All that!" Mr. Hebblethwaite murmured. "Go ahead, Norgate. I like the commencement of your story. I almost feel that I am moving through the pages of a diplomatic romance.
"Hatty, you ought to be ashamed." "Thank you, Mr Hebblethwaite, I don't feel so at all," answered laughing Hatty. "And she really has no true polish only a little outside varnish," said Cecilia. "If she were to be introduced at an assembly in Town, she would be set down directly as a little country girl who did not know anything. It is a pity she cannot see herself better."
Spencer Wyatt pushed his way past a protesting doorkeeper. Hebblethwaite rose to his feet; he seemed to forget Norgate's presence. "You've been down to the Admiralty?" he asked quickly. "Do you know?" Spencer Wyatt pointed to Norgate. His voice shook with emotion. "I know, Hebblethwaite," he replied, "but there's something that you don't know. We were told to mobilise the fleet an hour ago.
There was a momentary silence. The Duchess leaned back in her chair, and Mr. Hebblethwaite, always the courteous host, talked for a while to the woman on his left. The Duchess, however, reopened the subject a few minutes later. "I come, you must remember, Mr.
"He tell me, this night, Mademoiselle goes on an errand for the good Lord. May the Lord keep safe His messenger!" "Mr Hebblethwaite goes with me," said I. "He will take all the care of me he can." "I will trust him for that!" said Lucette, with a little nod. "He is good man, celui-la. But, Mademoiselle, `except the Lord keep the city you know."
He was wearing the uniform of an Admiral of the Fleet a tall, broad-shouldered man, fair complexioned, and with the bearing of a sailor. "Hullo, Hebblethwaite, what's wrong?" he asked. "Your message just caught me. I am dining with the worshipful tanners turtle soup and all the rest of it. Don't let me miss more than I can help." Mr.
The Baroness von Haase and I were associated in an absolutely confidential mission to ascertain the likely position of Italy in the event of this conflict. I know for a fact that Italy will not come in with her allies." "Do you mean that?" Mr. Hebblethwaite asked eagerly. "Absolutely certain," Norgate assured him. Hebblethwaite half rose from his place with excitement.
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