When the game was well under way, Army hopes had been still lower.

Now, the talk was all on how Prescott and Holmes had saved the game to the Army.

Even Maitland, without a trace of jealousy, conceded them most of the credit.
"What has cherubic, spoonoid Holmesy got up his sleeve for 8.15 ?" asked Dunstan in an undertone of Anstey.
"I reckon, suh, you'll have to apply for particulars to the Information and Security Service, suh," replied the Virginian.

"To the best of my belief, suh, the secret is all Mr.Holmes's." So no more questions were asked.

But at 8.15, to the second, Furlong and Dunstan tapped on the Prescott-Holmes door, and, as they did so.