CHAPTER 24Garth Albany came into Philip’s room at the War Office next morning. He raised an eyebrow at the girl clerk and Philip sent her away. Garth, having been somewhat against his will absorbed into Military Intelligence, might very easily wish to dispense with even the most confidential clerk.
But when they were alone Garth still stood there on the far side of the desk. He had picked up a piece of red sealing-wax and was looking down at it with frowning intensity.
Philip sat back in his chair.
“Anything wrong with my sealing-wax?”
Garth put it down in a hurry.
“No. Look here, Philip, I’ve come on a damned awkward errand, and I don’t know where to begin—that’s the truth of it.”
Philip’s eyebrows rose slightly.
“First rules of composition,” he murmured—“you begin at the beginning
