"Harry," said Dick, after a pause, "I've got an idea. Suppuse we
separate and take different ways to get to Waterloo? Wouldn't
that make it safer? We could meet there and go back to Ealing
together."

"That's a good idea, Dick," said Harry. He didn't think that
their present errand was one of great importance, in spite of what
Colonel Throckmorton had said. He thought it more likely that they
were being tried out and tested, so that the colonel might draw
his own conclusions as to how far he might safely trust them in
the future. But he repressed his inclination to smile at this
sudden excess of caution on Dick's part. It was a move in the
right direction, certainly.

"Yes, we'll do that," he said. "I'll walk across the bridge, and
you can take the tube under the river from the Monument."

They followed that plan, and met without incident at the station.
Here more than ever the fact of war was in evidence. A
considerable space in and near the station had been roped off and
sentries refused to allow any to pass who could not prove that
they had a right to do so. The ordinary peaceful vocation of the
great terminal was entirely suspended.

"Anything happen to you ?" asked Harry with a smile. "I nearly
got run over -- but that was my own fault."

"No, nothing. I saw Graves. And he wanted to know what I was
doing."