25/26 There was Sir Walter, and Drew the War Minister, whom I knew from his photographs. Lastly, there was a short stout man with an iron-grey moustache and bushy eyebrows, who had been arrested in the middle of a sentence. 'I'm afraid, Hannay, this visit is ill-timed.' I was getting back my coolness. 'That remains to be seen, Sir,' I said; 'but I think it may be in the nick of time. For God's sake, gentlemen, tell me who went out a minute ago ?' 'Lord Alloa,' Sir Walter said, reddening with anger. |