III
The Parson staggered.
"Nelson!" he cried, ghastly.
His mind clutched in the dark at something it had lost.
"The plot, sir…. Beachy Head."
"My God!" cried the Parson, and died against the wall.
The despatch-bag and its contents had so possessed him that Nelson's need had for the moment slipped his mind.
"And I call myself a soldier!"
He leapt to life again.
"What's to-day?" savagely.