“Father’s going down to the Admiralty to try and find out,” Geraldine replied. “Ralph doesn’t say a word except that he sunk them. We’ve had a wireless from him this morning.”
“It really doesn’t matter much, does it,” Granet went on, “so long as we get rid of the brutes. I was perfectly certain, when we were down at Portsmouth, that your brother had something up his sleeve. Does give one a thrill, doesn’t it, when one’s ashore and doing nothing, to read of things like this?”
“You’ll soon be at work again,” she told him encouragingly.
“I don’t know,” he sighed. “They talk about giving me a home job and I don’t think I could stick it. Are you walking in the Park this morning, Miss Conyers?”
She hesitated for a moment.
“No, I am playing golf at Ranelagh.”
“Might I call this afternoon?”
“If you like,” she assented. “After four o’clock, though, because I am staying out to lunch.”
“Thank you so much,” he replied gratefully.
She set down the receiver again and went back to the breakfast-room.