"You have nothing to say to me?" the Colonel asked, and for a moment the official air was gone. He spoke as one man to another and almost with entreaty.
But, "Nothing, sir," said Monck firmly, and the moment passed.
The Colonel turned aside. "Very well," he said briefly.
Monck swung round and opened the door for him, standing as stiffly as a soldier on parade.
He went out without a backward glance.
CHAPTER VIII
THE WRATH OF THE GODS
It was nearly an hour later that Everard Monck and his brother left the mess together and walked back through the dripping darkness to the bungalow on the hill overlooking the river. The rush of the swollen stream became audible as they drew near. The sound of it was inexpressibly wild and desolate.