‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. She had begun alone. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me.
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