of Graves and his activity, he was almost beside himself.

"Make Graves there give back the papers he took from me!" he
cried.

"I did take some papers, lieutenant," said Graves, with engaging
frankness. "But they were required to prove what I had suspected
almost from the first -- that he was a spy. He was leading an
English scout from his own patrol into trouble, too. I suppose he
thought he was more likely to escape suspicion if he was with an
Englishman."

"It's not my affair," said the lieutenant, shrugging his
shoulders. He turned to Harry. "Come along, my lad. I hope you
can clear yourself. But I've only one thing to do -- and that is
to obey my orders."

Harry gave up, then, for the moment. He turned and began walking
along, a soldier on each side. But as he did so Graves turned to
the lieutenant.

"I'll go and get my breakfast, then, sir," he said. "I'll come on
to Ealing later. Though, of course, they know all I can tell them
already."

"All right," said the officer, indifferently.

"You're never going to let him go!" exclaimed Harry, aghast.
"Don't you know he'll never come back?"