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But I am perfectly delighted when anybody comes to see us, if 'tis only Ephraim Hebblethwaite. He is the son of Farmer Hebblethwaite, lower down the valley, and I believe he admires Fanny. Fanny cannot bear him; she says he has such an ugly name. But I think he is very pleasant, and I suppose he could change his name, though I can't see why it signifies.
"Wasn't it possible to trace the person who rang up, through the telephone office?" "In an ordinary case, yes," Selingman agreed. "In this case, no! The person who rang up made use of a call office. But come, it is a gloomy subject, this. I wish I had known that you were likely to see Mr. Hebblethwaite this afternoon. Bear this in mind in case you should come across him again.
The telephone bell suddenly interrupted them. Hardy took up the receiver and listened for a moment. "Mr. Hebblethwaite would like to speak to you, sir," he announced. Norgate hurried to the telephone. A cheery voice greeted him. "Hullo! That you, Norgate? This is Hebblethwaite. I'm just back from a few days in the country found your note here. I want to hear all about this little matter at once.
Now, if I were you, I would arrest the master-spy for whom I have been working. Most of the information he has picked up lately has been pretty bad, and I fancy he'll get a warm reception if he does get back to Berlin, but if ever there was a foreigner who abused the hospitality of this country, Selingman's the man." "We'll see about that presently," Mr. Hebblethwaite declared, leaning back.
"How pleasant!" said Cecilia. "You are such a sweet little darling!" and she squeezed my hand under the table. I began to wonder if she meant it. "O Cary!" cried Cecilia the next morning, "do come here and tell me who this is." "Who what is?" said I, for I looked out of the window, and could see nobody but Ephraim Hebblethwaite. "Oh, that handsome young man coming up the drive," returned she.
"I ought to telephone to the War Office," he declared. "It will alter the whole mobilisation of the French troops." "France knows," Norgate told him quietly. "My wife has seen to that. She passed the information on to them just in time to contract the whole line of mobilisation." "You've been doing big things, young fellow!" Mr. Hebblethwaite exclaimed excitedly. "Go on.
Yet I did not like Angus nearly so well as the rest. And yet he belonged my sort of people. It was a puzzle altogether, and not a pleasant puzzle. And how anybody was to get out of the one set into the other set, I could not tell at all. Stop! I did know one other person at Brocklebank who belonged this new sort of people. It was Ephraim Hebblethwaite.
"At present," Norgate replied, "the Baroness is in Italy, arranging for the mobilisation of the Italian armies, but if she's back for Thursday, we shall be delighted. She'll be quite interested to meet you. A keen, bright, alert politician of your type will simply fascinate her." "We'll make it Thursday night, then, at the Carlton," Hebblethwaite called out from his taxi. "Take care of Boko.
I think I shall try and put the notion into my Aunt Kezia's head to have the Bracewells here for Christmas. I know Angus and Flora will be here then, and later. That would make a decent party, if we got Ephraim Hebblethwaite, and Ambrose Catterall too. After all, I went on writing so late, that I only got down-stairs in time to see Ambrose Catterall's back as he went down the drive.
What about our navy if Antwerp, Ostend, Dunkirk, Calais, Boulogne, and Havre were all German ports, as they certainly would be in an unassisted conflict between the French and the Germans?" They were within hearing now of the music of the band. Hebblethwaite quickened his pace a little impatiently.