In the lighted hall beyond, d'Auvergne caught a glimpse of Naval uniforms and white shirt-fronts.
"… It ought to go a little way towards 'confounding their knavish tricks,'" a man's deep voice was saying.
"Yes," said Sir William. He turned as he spoke and took in the occupants of the room with a swift, keen glance. "'And to guide our feet into the way of peace!'"