"Seems I am going to see you to-night at dinner.

That was Miss Geraldine Conyers who just rang up--asked me if I'd like to meet her brother again before he goes off.
He is spending the afternoon at the Admiralty and she thought I might be interested." Major Thomson's face was expressionless and his murmured word non-committal.

Granet had approached the dark mahogany sideboard and was fingering some bottles.
"Let me mix you a cocktail," he suggested.

"By Jove! That fellow Conyers would be the fellow for your American chaplain to get hold of.

If he is spending the afternoon down at the Admiralty, he'll have all the latest tips about how they mean to deal with the submarines.