“But we know,” said Priscilla. “This is what I call real sport. I have her jolly well scored off now for sending me to bed. I shouldn’t wonder if they made you a knight. It’s pretty well the least they can do.” “What are you talking about? I don’t know what’s bringing him here unless it’s something to do with Home Rule.” “Who cares about Home Rule? What he’s coming for is the spies. Didn’t you say that this Torrington man is the head of the War Office? What would bring him down here if it isn’t German spies? And we’re the only two people who know where those spies are. Even we don’t quite know; but we will tomorrow. Just fancy Aunt Juliet’s face when we march them up here in the afternoon, tied hand and foot with the anchor rope, and hand them over to the War Office. We shall be publicly thanked, of course, besides your knighthood, and our names will be in all the papers. Then if Aunt Juliet dares to tell me ever again to go to bed at half past nine I shall simply grin like a dog and run about through the city. She won’t like that. You’re quite, sure, Cousin Frank, that it really is the War Office man who’s coming?” “Uncle Lucius told me it was Lord Torrington, and I know he’s the head of the War Office because my father’s the under-secretary.” “That’s all right, then. I was just thinking that it would be perfectly awful if we captured the spies and it turned out that he wasn’t the man who was after them.” “He may not be after them,” said Frank. “It doesn’t seem to me a bit likely that he is. You see, Priscilla, my father has a lot to do with the War Office and I know he rather laughs at this spy business.” “That’s probably to disguise his feelings. Spies are always kept dead secrets and if possible not let into the newspapers. Perhaps even your father hasn’t been told. He doesn’t appear to be head boss, and they mightn’t mention it to him. That’s what makes it such an absolutely gorgeous scoop for us. We’ll get off as early as we can tomorrow. You couldn’t start before breakfast, could you? The tide will be all right.” “I could, of course, if you don’t mind wheeling me down again in that bath-chair.”