Carl Meason looked at him quickly; Abel's face made him smile, he did not look extra sharp.
"I'm not likely to survey roads for army purposes for any other
Government," he said.
"No, I suppose not. It must be interesting work."
"It is, very; the more you get into this business, the better you like it," said Carl.
Abel left him bending over the map. When Carl heard the door closed he looked up, a scowl on his face. "Curse the old fool," he muttered. "Wonder why he asked me if it was our Government I was working for?"
He rolled up the map carefully, ticking the place where he had left the pins in red ink.
CHAPTER IV
THE AUSTRALIAN GIRL
Derby week, London hummed and bustled with excitement. Sport was in the air, racing; everybody talking about the great event. There were thousands of visitors in the city; it was easy to pick out the strangers.
Evelyn Berkeley's house overlooked Regent's Park. It was some way out of town, but she found this recompensed by the view, and it was easy to get about in her motor. Alan Chesney called when he arrived in London, before her visitors came.