A motor-car, driven at racing speed, thundered up the lane between the old stacked cannon and came to a panting standstill by the colonel"s outer door. A gruff question was answered gruffly, and a man"s step sounded on the veranda. Then the servant flung the door wide, and a British soldier stepped smartly into the room, saluted and held out a telegram.
Kirby tore it open. His eyes blazed, but his hands were steady. The soldier held out a receipt book and a pencil, and Kirby took time to scribble his initials in the proper place. Warrington, humming to himself, began to squeeze the rain out of his tunic to hide impatience. The soldier saluted, faced about and hurried to the waiting car. Then Kirby read the telegram. He nodded to Warrington. Warrington, his finger-ends pressed tight into his palms and his forearms quivering, raised one eyebrow.
"Yes," said Kirby.
"War, sir?"
"War."
"We"re under orders?"
"Not yet. It says, "War likely to be general. Be ready." Here, read it for yourself."
"They wouldn"t have sent us that if-"
"Addressed to 0.C. troops. They had those ready written out and sent one to every O.C. on the list the second they knew."
"Well, sir?"
"Leave the room, Lal Singh!"
The servant, who was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his courage to edge nearer, did as he was told.
Kirby stood still, facing the mirror, with both arms behind him.
"They"re certain to send native Indian troops to Europe," he said.
"We"re ready, sir! We"re ready to a shoe-string! We"ll go first!"
"We"ll be last, Warrington, supposing we go at all, unless we find Ranjoor Singh! They"ll send us to do police work in Bengal, or to guard the Bombay docks and watch the other fellows go. I"m going to the club. You"d better come with me. Hurry into dry clothes." He glanced at the clock. "We"ll just have time to drive past the house where you say he"s supposed to be, if you hurry."
The last three words were lost, for Captain Warrington had turned into a thunderbolt and disappeared; the noise of his going was as when a sudden windstorm slams all the doors at once. A moment later he could be heard shouting from outside his quarters to his servant to be ready for him.
He certainly bathed, for the noise of the tub overturning when he was done with it was unmistakable. And eight minutes after his departure he was back again, dressed, cloaked and ready.
"Got your pistol, sir?"
"Yes," said Kirby.
"Thought I"d bring mine along. You never know, you know."
Together they climbed into the colonel"s dog-cart, well smothered under waterproofs. Kirby touched up another of his road-devouring walers, the sais grabbed at the back seat and jumped for his life, and they shot out of the compound, down the line of useless cannon and out into the street, taking the corner as the honor of the regiment required. Then the two big side-lamps sent their shafts of light straight down the metaled, muddy road, and the horse settled down between them to do his equine "demdest"; there was a touch on the reins he recognized.
They reached the edge of the bazaar to find the crowd stirring, although strangely mute.
"They"ll have got the news in an hour from now," said Kirby. "They can smell it already."
"Wonder how much truth there is in all this talk about German merchants and propaganda."
"H-rrrrr-ummm!" said Kirby.
"Steady, sir! Lookout!"
The near wheel missed a native woman by a fraction of an inch, and her shrill scream followed them. But Kirby kept his eyes ahead, and the shadows continued to flash by them in a swift procession until Warrington leaned forward, and then Kirby leaned back against the reins.
"There he is, sir!"
They reined to a halt, and a drenched trooper jumped up behind to kneel on the back seat and speak in whispers.
"No sign of him at all?" asked Kirby.
"No, sahib. But there has been a light behind a shutter above there.
It comes and goes. They light it and extinguish it."
"Has anybody come out of that door?"
"No, sahib."
"None gone in?"
"None."
"Any other door to the place?"
"There may be a dozen, sahib. That is an old house, and it backs up against six others."
"What we suffer from in this country is information," said Warrington, beginning to hum to himself.
But Kirby signed to the trooper, and the man began to scramble out of the cart.
"Between now and our return, report to the club if anything happens," called Warrington.
The whip swished, the horse shot forward, and they were off again as if they would catch up with the hurrying seconds. People scattered to the right and left in front of them; a constable at a street crossing blew his whistle frantically; once the horse slipped in a deep puddle, and all but came to earth; but they reached the club without mishap and drove up the winding drive at a speed more in keeping with convention.
"Oh, hallo, Kirby! Glad you"ve come!" said a voice.
"Evening, sir!"
Kirby descended, almost into the arms of a general in evening dress. They walked into the club together, leaving the adjutant wondering what to do. He decided to follow them at a decent distance, still humming and looking happy enough for six men.
"You"ll be among the first," said the general. "Are you ready, Kirby -absolutely ready?"
"Yes,"
"The wires are working to the limit. It isn"t settled yet whether troops go from here via Canada or the Red Sea-probably won"t be until the Navy"s had a chance to clear the road. All that"s known- yet-is that Belgium"s invaded, and that every living man Jack who can be hurried to the front in time to keep the Germans out of Paris will be sent. Hold yourself ready to entrain any minute, Kirby."