he could reach the other side, however, the door which faced him was
opened. A man-servant looked inquiringly out.

"My bath and clothes, Jarvis, like hell!"

The man gilded away, his master following close behind. From
somewhere further inside the flat, the sound of water running into a
bath was heard. The door was closed, again there was silence. The fox
terrier, after a few moments' scratching at the door, resumed his
place upon the rug and curled himself up to renewed slumber.

The next interruption was of a different nature. The sharp,
insistent summons of an electric bell from outside rang through the
room. 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.
He had the air of listening intently. After a brief absence the man
returned.