He rushed up to town, and went first to the War Office, where Chicksands was at work.
Chicksands sprang up to meet him.
'You've heard?
I've just got this.

I made his Colonel promise to wire me if--' He pointed to an open telegram on his table: "Desmond badly hit in raid last night.

Tell his people.

Authorities will probably give permission to come.

Well looked after." The two men stared at each other.
'I have wired to my father,' said Mannering, 'and am now going to meet him at King's Cross.