"Our speeds are only nominal, any way," he remarked. "If our chief engineer there ad the proper message, there's none of us would like to say what he could get out of those new engines."He turned and shouted an order. In a moment or two they swung around and drew up by the side of the vessel. Ralph waved his hand to them from the top of the gangway.
"Well done, you people!" he exclaimed. "Hullo Granet! Have you brought the girls down?""In the most wonderful racing car you ever saw!" Geraldine told him, as they climbed up the gangway. "We shouldn't have been here for hours if we had waited for the train.""I met Captain Granet this morning by accident," Olive explained, as she stepped on deck, "and he insisted on bringing us down.""I hope I'm not in the way at all?" Granet asked anxiously. "If I am, you have only to say the word and put me on shore, and I'll wait, with pleasure, until the young ladies come off. I have a lot of pals down here, too, I could look up.""Don't be silly, Conyers replied. "Our dear old lady friend Thomson isn't here to worry so I think we can make you free of the ship. Come along down and try a cocktail. Mind your heads. We're not on a battleship, you know.
You will find my quarters a little cramped, I'm afraid."They drank cocktails cheerfully, and afterwards Geraldine exclaimed, taking a long breath. "If Olive weren't so fearfully in love, she'd be suffocated."Granet paused and looked before him with a puzzled frown.
"What in heaven's name is this?"
Exactly opposite to them was an erection of light framework, obviously built around some hidden object for purposes of concealment. A Marine was standing on guard before it, with drawn cutlass. Granet was in the act of addressing him when an officer ran lightly down the fore part of the ship, and saluted.
"Very sorry, sir," he said, "but would you mind keeping to the other side?
This deck is closed, for the present."
"What on earth have you got there?" Granet asked good-humouredly,--"that is if it's anything a landsman may know about?"The young officer piloted them across to the other side.
"It's just a little something we are not permitted to talk about just now," he replied. "I didn't know the commander expected any visitors to-day or we should have had it roped off. Anything I can show you on this deck?" he inquired politely.
"Nothing at all, thanks," Geraldine assured him. "We'll just stroll about for a little time."They leaned over the rail together. The young officer saluted and withdrew.
A freshening breeze blew in their faces and the sunshine danced upon the foam-flecked sea. The harbour was lively with small craft, an aeroplane was circling overhead, and out in the Roads several warships were lying anchored.
"I was in luck this morning," Granet asserted.
"So were we," Geraldine replied. "I never enjoyed motoring more. Your new car is wonderful.""She is a beauty, isn't she?" Granet assented enthusiastically. "What she could touch upon fourth speed I wouldn't dare to say. We were going over sixty plenty of times this morning, and yet one scarcely noticed it. You see, she's so beautifully hung.""You are fortunate," she remarked, "to have an appreciative uncle.""He is rather a brick," Granet acknowledged. "He's done me awfully well all my life."She nodded.
"You really are rather to be envied, aren't you, Captain Granet? You have most of the things a man wants. You've had your opportunity, too of doing just the finest things a man can, and you've done them."He looked gloomily out seawards.
"I am lucky in one way," he admitted. "In others I am not so sure."She kept her head turned from him. Somehow or other, she divined quite well what was in his mind. She tried to think of something to say, something to dispel the seriousness which she felt to be in the atmosphere, but words failed her. It was he who broke the silence.
"May I ask you a question, Miss Conyers?"
A question? Why not?"
"Are you really engaged to Major Thomson?"
She did not answer him at once. She still kept her eyes resolutely turned away from his. When at last she spoke, her voice was scarcely raised above a whisper.
"Certainly I am," she assented.
He leaned a little closer towards her. His voice sounded to her very deep and firm. It was the voice of a man immensely in earnest.
"I am going to be an awful rotter," he said. "I suppose I ought to take your answer to my question as final. I won't that's all. He came along first but that isn't everything. It's a fair fight between him and me. He hates me and takes no pains to hide it. He hates me because I care for you--you know that.
I couldn't keep it to myself even if I would."She drew a little away but he forced her to look at him. There was something else besides appeal in her eyes.
"You've been the victim of a mistake," he insisted, his hand resting upon hers. "I don't believe that you really care for him at all. He doesn't seem the right sort for you, he's so much older and graver. You mustn't be angry.
You must forgive me, please, if I have said more than I ought--if I say more now--because I am going to tell you, now that we are alone together for a moment, that I love you."She turned upon him a little indignantly, though the distress in her face was still apparent.
"Captain Granet!" she exclaimed. "You should not say that! You have no right--no right at all.""On the contrary, I have every right, he answered doggedly. "It isn't as though Thomson were my friend. He hates me and I dislike him. Every man has a right to do his best to win the girl he cares for. It's the first time I've felt anything of this sort. I've never wanted the big things before from any woman. And now--"She turned impetuously away from him. Over their head an electric message was sparkling and crackling. She stood looking up, her hand outstretched as though to keep him away.
"I cannot listen any more," she declared. "If you say another word I shall go below."He remained for a moment gloomily silent. A young officer stepped out of the wireless room and saluted Geraldine.
