CHAPTER SEVENThe General, having finished breakfast, had settled down with The Morning Post when Hawkins came into the room. “The Marquis of Wayne to see you, sir!”
“Again?” the General exclaimed.
He glanced at the clock with a surprised expression in his eyes.
He was not used to such early callers, but he said reluctantly,
“Very well, Hawkins. Show his Lordship in.”
A few seconds later the Marquis appeared, as usual exquisitely dressed, but the General thought that he looked thinner and there was something drawn about his face that he had not noticed previously.
“Please don’t get up, General,” the Marquis said, as the General was about to rise. “I apologise for calling at such an hour.”
The General did not reply, he merely sat back in his chair with his shrewd eyes on the Marquis’s
