"That you, Glover?"
"No, sir, it's I—Godwin, may I come in? It's urgent." He lowered his voice as he spoke.
"Men refused to turn out?"
"No, sir, no trouble at all. It seems what you said to the 15th division has gone all over the camp, and——"
"Bah! What is it then?"
"Two cables, sir, one for you and one for Sir Thomas. You told me to bring any that came. You have the cipher, sir."
"Yes, hand them over and wait outside." He tore open the envelopes, and with the aid of the cipher read the contents in turn, that addressed to Moleyns first. It bore no signature.
"Acted on your suggestion," it ran; "wire again if necessary."
"Oh, have you?" muttered Graeme, "and now for the suggestion." He opened the second. It came from Whitehall, and was signed "Gribble."
"Commence retreat to coast at once; on no account assume offensive."