"To England," echoed his subordinate.
Clarence left the shop with swift strides, and hurried, deep in thought, to the offices of the Encore in Wellington Street.
"Yus?" said the office-boy interrogatively.
Clarence gave the Scout's Siquand, the pass-word. The boy's demeanour changed instantly. He saluted with the utmost respect.
"I wish to see the Editor," said Clarence.
A short speech, but one that meant salvation for the motherland.