Chapter SevenKelvin Fane walked into the library where the Duke was at his desk writing.
“I am leaving now, Alstone.”
The Duke looked up in surprise.
“So early, Kelvin? I was not expecting you to go until later.”
“I want to get to London early this afternoon,” Major Fane replied, “because I have made a decision that I think you will approve of.”
“What is that?” the Duke asked.
He rose from his desk and walked across the room to stand with his back to the fireplace.
“I have been thinking,” Kelvin. Fane said, as if he was choosing his words with care, “that there seems a strong likelihood that we shall be at war with Germany before we are very much older.”
“You really think it possibility?” the Duke enquired.
Kelvin Fane nodded.
“I was talking to the Commander-in-Chief last month a
