The Summons

AUTHOR OF THE FOUR FEATHERS, THE TURNSTILE, ETC.
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY

COPYRIGHT, 1920. BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
TO THOSE WHO SERVED WITH ME ABROAD THROUGH THE FOUR YEARS


Lutrell! Lutrell!
Sir Charles Hardiman stood in the corridor of his steam yacht and bawled the name through a closed door. But no answer was returned from the other side of the door. He turned the handle and went in. The night was falling, but the cabin windows looked towards the north and the room was full of light and of a low and pleasant music. For the tide tinkled and chattered against the ship's planks and, in the gardens of the town across the harbour, bands were playing. The town was Stockholm in the year nineteen hundred and twelve, and on this afternoon, the Olympic games, that unfortunate effort to promote goodwill amongst the nations, which did little but increase rancours and disclose hatreds, had ended, never, it is to be hoped, to be resumed.
Luttrell, cried Hardiman again, but this time with perplexity in his voice. For Luttrell was there in the cabin in front of him, but sunk in so deep a contemplation of memories and prospects that the cabin might just as well have been empty. Sir Charles Hardiman touched him on the shoulder.