"You need say no more," Mr. Fentolin a.s.sured him. "The matter is already arranged. Esther, let me present Lieutenant G.o.dfrey--my niece, Miss Fentolin; Mr. Gerald Fentolin, my nephew; Mr. Hamel, a guest. See that Lieutenant G.o.dfrey has some breakfast, Gerald. I will go myself and see my Marconi operator."
"Awfully good of you, sir," the young man declared, "and I am sure we are very sorry to trouble you. In a week or two"s time you can go into business again as much as you like. It"s only while we are fiddling around here that the Admiral"s jumpy about things. May my man have a cup of coffee, sir? I"d like to be on the way back in a quarter of an hour."
Mr. Fentolin halted his chair by the side of the bell, and rang it.
"Pray make use of my house as your own, sir," he said gravely. "From what you leave unsaid, I gather that things are more serious than the papers would have us believe. Under those circ.u.mstances, I need not a.s.sure you that any help we can render is entirely yours."
Mr. Fentolin left the room. Lieutenant G.o.dfrey was already attacking his breakfast. Gerald leaned towards him eagerly.
"Is there really going to be war?" he demanded.
"Ask those chaps at The Hague," Lieutenant G.o.dfrey answered. "Doing their best to freeze us out, or something. All I know is, if there"s going to be fighting, we are ready for them. By-the-by, what have you got wireless telegraphy for here, anyway?"
"It"s a fad of my uncle"s," Gerald replied. "Since his accident he amuses himself in all sorts of queer ways."
Lieutenant G.o.dfrey nodded.
"Poor fellow!" he said. "I heard he was a cripple, or something of the sort. Forgive my asking, but--you people are English, aren"t you?"
"Rather!" Gerald answered. "The Fentolins have lived here for hundreds of years. Why do you ask that?"
Lieutenant G.o.dfrey hesitated. He looked, for the moment, scarcely at his ease.
"Oh, I don"t know," he replied. "The old man was very anxious I should find out. You see, a lot of information seems to have got over on the other side, and we couldn"t think where it had leaked out, except through your wireless. However, that isn"t likely, of course, unless you"ve got one of these beastly Germans in your receiving-room. Now if I can borrow a cigarette, a cigar, or a pipe of tobacco--any mortal thing to smoke--I"ll be off, if I may. The old man turned me out at an unearthly hour this morning, and in Sheringham all the shops were closed. Steady on, young fellow," he laughed, as Gerald filled his pockets with cigarettes. "Well, here"s good morning to you, Miss Fentolin. Good morning, sir. How long ought it to take me to get to Sheringham?"
"About forty minutes," Gerald told him, "if your car"s any good at all."
"It isn"t much," was the somewhat dubious reply. "However, we"ll shove along. You in the Service?" he enquired, as they walked down the hall together.
"Hope I shall be before long," Gerald answered. "I"m going into the army, though."
"Have to hurry up, won"t you?"
Gerald sighed.
"It"s a little difficult for me. Here"s your car. Good luck to you!"
"My excuses to Mr. Fentolin," Lieutenant G.o.dfrey shouted, "and many thanks."
He jumped into the automobile and was soon on his way back. Gerald watched him until he was nearly out of sight. On the knoll, two of the wireless operators were already at work. Mr. Fentolin sat in his chair below, watching. The blue sparks were flashing. A message was just being delivered. Presently Mr. Fentolin turned his chair, and with Meekins by his side, made his way back to the house. He pa.s.sed along the hall and into his study. Gerald, who was on his way to the dining-room, heard the ring of the telephone bell and the call for the trunk special line. He hesitated for a moment. Then he made his way slowly down towards the study and stood outside the door, listening. In a moment he heard Mr.
Fentolin"s clear voice, very low yet very penetrating.
"The Mediterranean Fleet will be forty-seven hours before it comes together," was the message he heard. "The Channel Fleet will manoeuvre off Sheerness, waiting for it. The North Sea Fleet is seventeen units under nominal strength."
Gerald turned the handle of the door slowly and entered. Mr. Fentolin was just replacing the receiver on its stand. He looked up at his nephew, and his eyebrows came together.
"What do you mean by this?" he demanded. "Don"t you know that I allow no one in here when I am telephoning on the private wire?"
Gerald closed the door behind him and summoned up all his courage.
"It is because I have heard what you were saying over the telephone that I am here," he declared. "I want to know to whom you were sending that message which you have intercepted outside."
CHAPTER XXII
Mr. Fentolin sat for a moment in his chair with immovable face. Then he pointed to the door, which Gerald had left open behind him.
"Close that door, Gerald."
The boy obeyed. Mr. Fentolin waited until he had turned around again.
"Come and stand over here by the side of the table," he directed.
Gerald came without hesitation. He stood before his uncle with folded arms. There was something else besides sullenness in his face this morning, something which Mr. Fentolin was quick to recognise.
"I do not quite understand the nature of your question, Gerald," Mr.
Fentolin began. "It is unlike you. You do not seem yourself. Is there anything in particular the matter?"
"Only this," Gerald answered firmly. "I don"t understand why this naval fellow should come here and ask you to close up your wireless because secrets have been leaking out, and a few moments afterwards you should be picking up a message and telephoning to London information which was surely meant to be private. That"s all. I"ve come to ask you about it."
"You heard the message, then?"
"I did."
"You listened--at the keyhole?"
"I listened outside," Gerald a.s.sented doggedly. "I am glad I listened.
Do you mind answering my question?"
"Do I mind!" Mr. Fentolin repeated softly. "Really, Gerald, your politeness, your consideration, your good manners, astound me. I am positively deprived of the power of speech."
"I"ll wait here till it comes to you again, then," the boy declared bluntly. "I"ve waited on you hand and foot, done dirty work for you, put up with your ill-humours and your tyranny, and never grumbled. But there is a limit! You"ve made a poor sort of creature of me, but even the worm turns, you know. When it comes to giving away secrets about the movements of our navy at a time when we are almost at war, I strike."
"Melodramatic, almost dramatic, but, alas! so inaccurate," Mr. Fentolin sighed. "Is this a fit of the heroics, boy, or what has come over you?
Have you by any chance--forgotten?"
Mr. Fentolin"s voice seemed suddenly to have grown in volume. His eyes dilated, he himself seemed to have grown in size. Gerald stepped a little back. He was trembling, but his expression had not changed.
"No, I haven"t forgotten. There"s a great debt we are doing our best to pay, but there"s such a thing as asking top much, there"s such a thing as drawing the cords to snapping point. I"m speaking for Esther and mother as well as myself. We have been your slaves; in a way I suppose we are willing to go on being your slaves. It"s the burden that Fate has placed around our necks, and we"ll go through with it. All I want to point out is that there are limits, and it seems to me that we are up against them now."
Mr. Fentolin nodded. He had the air of a man who wishes to be reasonable.
"You are very young, my boy," he said, "very young indeed. Perhaps that is my fault for not having let you see more of the world. You have got some very queer ideas into your head. A little too much novel reading lately, eh? I might treat you differently. I might laugh at you and send you out of the room. I won"t. I"ll tell you what you ask. I"ll explain what you find so mysterious. The person to whom I have been speaking is my stockbroker."
"Your stockbroker!" Gerald exclaimed.
Mr. Fentolin nodded.