"Dorothy!" admonished Mrs. West.
"I--I was just thinking, mother."
"Thinking of what?" asked John Dene.
"I was just wondering how Sir Lyster would look trying to win the war without clothes," and she trailed off into a splutter of laughter.
"Dorothy!" Mrs. West turned to John Dene with a comical look of concern. "I"m afraid my daughter is in one of her wilful moods to-day, Mr. Dene," she explained.
"She"ll do as she is," he announced with decision
And again Dorothy felt her cheeks burn.
"I like Mr. Dene," announced Mrs. West that night as she and Dorothy sat at the open window of the drawing-room before going to bed.
"So you approve of your future son-in-law, mother mine, I"m so glad,"
said Dorothy.
"You mustn"t say such things, my dear," expostulated Mrs. West.
"I"m afraid I shall have to do the proposing though," Dorothy added.
"It was very strange, meeting Mr. Dene to-day," remarked Mrs. West half to herself.
"Very," remarked Dorothy, and she hastened to talk of something else.
That night John Dene dreamed he was a little boy again, and had fallen down and hurt himself, and a beautiful lady had knelt beside him and kissed him. He awakened with a start just as the lady had turned into Dorothy, with her note-book, asking if there were any more letters.
CHAPTER XI
THE STRANGENESS OF JOHN DENE
"Here, I"m being trailed."
Mr. Blair looked up from his writing-table with a startled expression as John Dene burst into his room. In entering a room John Dene gave the impression of first endeavouring to break through the panels, and appearing to turn the handle only as an afterthought.
"Trailed," repeated Mr. Blair in an uncomprehending manner.
John Dene stood looking down at him accusingly, as if he were responsible.
"Yes, trailed, watched, tracked, shadowed, followed, b.u.mped-into, trodden-on," snapped John Dene irritably. He was annoyed that a man occupying an important position should not be able to grasp his meaning without repet.i.tion. "You know anything about it?" he demanded.
Mr. Blair merely shook his head.
"He in?" John Dene jerked his head in the direction of Sir Lyster"s room.
"He"s--he"s rather busy," began Mr. Blair.
"Oh, shucks!" cried John Dene, and striding across to the door he pa.s.sed into Sir Lyster"s room. "Morning," he cried, as Sir Lyster looked up from his table. "Someone"s following me around again," he announced, "and I want to know whether it"s you or them."
"Me or who?" queried Sir Lyster.
"Whether it"s some of your boys, or the other lot."
After a moment"s reflection Sir Lyster seemed to grasp John Dene"s meaning. "I"ll make enquiry," he said suavely.
"Well, you might suggest that it doesn"t please me mightily. I don"t like being trailed in this fashion, so if it"s any of your boys just you whistle "em off."
"I doubt if you would be aware of the fact if we were having you shadowed, Mr. Dene," said Sir Lyster quietly, "and in any case it would be for your own safety."
"When John Dene can"t take care of himself," was the reply, "he"d better give up and start a dairy."
"How is the _Destroyer_ progressing?" enquired Sir Lyster with the object of changing the conversation.
"Fine," was the reply. "Your man had better be ready on Friday. One of my boys"ll pick him up, Jim Grant"s his name."
"Sir Goliath Maggie has appointed Commander Ryles," said Sir Lyster.
"Well, let him be ready by Friday. Grant"ll pick him up on his way north. Your man can"t mistake him, little chap with red hair all over him. Don"t forget to call off your boys;" and with that John Dene was gone.
Ten minutes later Sir Bridgman North found the First Lord sitting at his table, apparently deep in thought.
"I can see John Dene"s been here," laughed Sir Bridgman. "You and Blair both show all the outward visible signs of having been "gingered-up.""
Sir Lyster smiled feebly. He felt that Sir Bridgman was wearing the joke a little threadbare.
"He"s been here about one of his men picking up Ryles on his way to Auchinlech," said Sir Lyster. "A little man with red hair all over him was his description."
"That seems pretty comprehensive," remarked Sir Bridgman. "He"d better go right through and pick up Ryles at Scapa. They"ll probably appreciate him there. It"s rather dull for "em."
"I take it that Mr. Dene will follow in a day or two. It----" Sir Lyster paused; then, seeing that he was expected to finish his sentence, he added, "It will really be something of a relief. He quite upset Rickards a few days ago over some requisitions. I"ve never known him so annoyed."
"Profane, you mean," laughed Sir Bridgman. "What happened?"
"Apparently he objected to being called a dancing lizard, and told to quit his funny work." Sir Lyster smiled as if finding consolation in the fact that another had suffered at the hands of John Dene.
"It"s nothing to what he did to poor old Rayner," laughed Sir Bridgman.
"A dear old chap, you know, but rather of the old blue-water school."
Sir Lyster nodded. He remembered that Admiral Rayner seemed to take a delight in reminding him of his civilian status. With Sir Lyster he was always as technical in his language as a midshipman back from his first cruise.
"Rayner wanted to fit up the Toronto with an Archie gun, and John Dene told him to cut it out. Rayner protested that he was the better judge and all that sort of thing. John Dene ended by telling poor old Rayner that next time he"d better come in a dressing-gown, as he"d be d.a.m.ned if gold bands went with the colour of his skin. Rayner hasn"t been civil to anyone since;" and Sir Bridgman laughed loudly.
"I think my sympathies are with Rayner," smiled Sir Lyster, as Sir Bridgman moved towards the door. "Frankly, I don"t like John Dene."