Even our great secret, General," Thomson continued, dropping his voice a little, "even that might come to his ears." The General was undoubtedly disturbed.

He searched amongst the papers on his desk and brought out at last a flimsy half-sheet of notepaper which he studied carefully.
"Just read this, Thomson." Thomson rose and looked over his shoulder.

The letter was an autograph one of a few lines only, and dated from a village in the North of France-- My dear Brice, This is a special request to you.

Arrange it any way you please but don't send me Captain Granet out again in any capacity.

Keep him at home.