The ordered life of service--authority on the one hand, the due execution of details on the other! Was it to that glorious end in this crisis that all his life's experience had slowly been gathering?
He looked keenly at his companion.
Was it just by chance that he had crossed the hall in the midst of all this thistle-down discussion and dropped in the chair by his side?
"But what could I do ?" He spoke aloud, but he was putting the question to himself.

The sailor, however, answered it.
"Ask Graham." He wrote an address upon a sheet of notepaper and handed it to Hillyard.
Then he looked at the clock which marked ten minutes past three.
"You will find him there now." The sailor went after his cap and left the club.

Hillyard read the address.

It was a number in a little street of the Adelphi, and as he read it, suspicion again seized upon Hillyard.

After all, why should a Commodore want to see him in a little street of the Adelphi.