she wants to dare the Prime Minister
to put her in gaol. I don't suppose he will, at least not unless she
does something worse than that; but that's what she hopes. You know, of
course, that the Prime Minister is coming tomorrow."

"It's not the Prime Minister," said Frank, "only Lord Torrington."

"That'll be a frightful disappointment to Aunt Juliet after sending down
to Brannigan's for those cigarettes. Rose--she's the under housemaid--told
me that. Beastly cigarettes they are, too. Rose said the footman said
_he_ wouldn't smoke them. Ten a penny or something like that. But if
Lord Torrington isn't the Prime Minister what is Aunt Juliet doing out
the long gallery?"

"Lord Torrington is rather a boss," said Frank, "though he's not the
Prime Minister. He's the head of the War Office."

Priscilla whistled.

"Great Scott," she said, "the head of the War Office! And Aunt Juliet
hasn't the least idea what's bringing him down here. She said so twice."

"So did Uncle Lucius. He kept wondering after dinner what on earth Lord
Torrington wanted."

"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