"We have got to act, father, and act immediately. Guy must come back at once. You must see this artful old Greatorex to-morrow." Saxham promised that he would see Greatorex to-morrow. He 'phoned up that important personage, and fixed an appointment. The two men met. By that time Greatorex had received Moreno's letter from the head of the Secret Service. He knew, therefore, exactly what his old friend Lord Saxham had come about. The Earl began in his usual explosive manner. "By God, Greatorex, you haven't treated me well in this matter. You have sent my poor boy to his death." If Lord Saxham had been a less important member of the aristocracy, the imperturbable Greatorex would have shown him the door. But under the circumstances forbearance had to be exercised. "Softly, softly, if you please, my dear Saxham. It was at your request I sent your son to Spain, to get him out of an unfortunate entanglement." "I know, I know," spluttered the Earl, never very great in argument, "but I didn't know he was going to his death." "No, more did I," replied Greatorex, speaking with his usual calm. "Now let us be reasonable and avoid indulging in mutual recriminations which irritate both parties. What do you want me to do?" "Recall him at once," thundered Lord Saxham. "One moment, if you please," said Greatorex quietly. "We have got to consider Guy's views on this matter. I have here a confidential communication from a very trusted member of our Secret Service. He has warned Guy of his danger, put all the possibilities and probabilities before him, and Guy refuses to budge. In short, he declines to run away. What have you got to say to that?" "Then I say he is a most infernal fool," cried Lord Saxham in his most explosive manner. Greatorex's lip curled a little. "Perhaps from your point of view. Shall I give you mine?" "If you like," said Saxham sullenly. He was not so dense that he could not see what was in the other man's mind. "He is a very brave young Englishman of the true bulldog breed, who is going to stick to his post oblivious of the consequences. It is that breed that makes the British Empire what it is. Do you still want me to recall him?" "Yes," spluttered the Earl. "I want him recalled. I don't intend him to be done to death by a dirty Spanish anarchist." Greatorex's look was very disdainful. "I will be on the wires all day with Stonehenge and Guy. If he consents to be recalled on any pretext, I will recall him. But please understand me, Saxham; he shall only be recalled with his own consent. I will go no further." The tall, lean man stood up, and towered over the somewhat blustering Lord Saxham. "You can recall him, whether he consents or not," cried the angry father, "if you choose."