I left his Grace to go to Lord Chelsford, who found me some work in London." "Secret service work, wasn't it, Grooton ?" "Yes, sir." "Interesting ?" "Some parts of it very interesting, sir." I nodded and drank my coffee.

Grooton was watching me with an air of respectful interest.
"You will pardon my remarking it, sir, but I hope you will try and get some sleep during the day.

You are very pale this morning, sir." I looked at the glass, and was startled at my own reflection.

This was only my third day, and the responsibilities of my work were heavy upon me.

My cheeks were sunken and there were black rings around my eyes.
"I will lie down when I come back, Grooton," I answered.
Outside, the fresh morning wind came like a sudden sweet tonic to my jaded nerves.