In a moment or two the man-servant appeared from the inner apartment, crossed the floor and presently reappeared, ushering in a visitor.
"Captain Granet is changing for dinner at present, sir," he explained.
"If you will take a seat, however, he will be out presently.

What name shall I say ?" "Surgeon-Major Thomson." The servant wheeled an easy-chair up towards the fire and placed by its side a small table on which were some illustrated papers.

Then, with a little bow, he disappeared through the inner door.

Major Thomson, who had been fingering the Sketch, laid it down the moment the door was closed.

He leaned forward, his face a little strained.