The Kingdom of the BlindOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Kingdom of the Blind
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Fiction; Spy stories
Geraldine and her mother rose from their places, a few minutes later.
The latter looked up at Thomson as he held open the door.
“You won’t be long, will you?” she begged.
“You can take him with you, if you like,” the Admiral declared, also
rising to his feet. “He doesn’t drink port and the cigarettes are in
your room. I have to take the Chair at a recruiting meeting at Holborn
in a quarter of an hour. The car’s waiting now. You’ll excuse me, won’t
you, Thomson?”
“Of course,” the latter assented. “I must leave early myself. I have to
go back to the War Office.”
Geraldine took his arm and led him into the little morning-room.
“You see, I am carrying you off in the most bare-faced fashion,” she
began, motioning him to a seat by her side, “but really you are such
an elusive person, and only this morning, in the midst of that awful
thunder of bombs, when we stood on the roof and looked at London
breaking out into flames, I couldn’t help thinking--remembering, I
mean--how short a time it is since you and I were face to face with the
other horror and you saved my life. Do you know, I don’t think that I
have ever said ‘thank you’--not properly?”
“I think the words may go,” he answered, smiling. “It was a horrible
time while it lasted but it was soon over. The worst part of it was
seeing those others, whom we could not help, drifting by.”
“I should have been with them but for you,” she said quietly. “Don’t
think that I don’t know it. Don’t think that I don’t regret sometimes,
Hugh, that I didn’t trust you a little more completely. You are right
about so many things. But, Hugh, will you tell me something?”
“Of course!”
“Why were you so almost obstinately silent when father spoke of poor
Captain Granet’s death?”
“Because I couldn’t agree with what he said,” Thomson replied. “I think
that Granet’s death in exactly that fashion was the best thing that
could possibly have happened for him and for all of us.”
She shivered as she looked at him.
“Aren’t you a little cruel?” she murmured.
“I am not cruel at all,” he assured her firmly. “Let me quote the words
of a greater man--‘I have no enemies but the enemies of my country, and
for them I have no mercy.’”
“You still believe that Captain Granet--”
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