Part 13 (2/2)

She laid down the letter, pressed the electric b.u.t.ton, and unlocked the door. When the servant came, she said:

”Will you ask at the office if they have any biographical book of reference relating to Great Britain, and if so, please bring it to me.”

The servant appeared shortly after with a red book which proved to be an English ”Who's Who” dated two years back. Turning the pages she came to Metgurne.

”Metgurne, twelfth Duke of, created 1681, Herbert George Alan.” Here followed a number of other t.i.tles, the information that the son and heir was Marquis of Thaxted, and belonged to the Diplomatic Service, that Lord Metgurne was H. M. Secretary of State for Royal Dependencies; finally a list of residences and clubs. She put down the book and resumed the letter.

”I think I ought to have told you that when I reach St. Petersburg I shall be as anxious to avoid my cousin Thaxted as I am to steer clear of his father in London. So I sat in my club, and read the papers. Dear me, this is evidently going to be a very long letter. I hope you won't mind.

I think perhaps you may be interested in learning how they do things over here.

”After two or three days of anxious waiting there came a crus.h.i.+ng communication from the Admiralty which confirmed my worst fears and set me at crossing the bridge again. I was ordered to report next morning at eleven, at Committee Room 5, in the Admiralty, and bring with me full particulars pertaining to the firing of gun number so-and-so of the 'Consternation's' equipment on such a date. I wonder since that I did not take to drink. We have every facility for that sort of thing in this club. However, at eleven next day, I presented myself at the Committee Room and found in session the grimmest looking five men I have ever yet been called upon to face. Collectively they were about ten times worse in appearance than the court-martial I had previously encountered. Four of the men I did not know, but the fifth I recognized at once, having often seen his portrait. He is Admiral Sir John Pendergest, popularly known in the service as 'Old Grouch,' a blue terror who knows absolutely nothing of mercy. The lads in the service say he looks so disagreeable because he is sorry he wasn't born a hanging judge. Picture a face as cleanly cut as that of some severe old Roman Senator; a face as hard as marble, quite as cold, and nearly as white, rescued from the appearance of a death mask by a pair of piercing eyes that glitter like steel. When looking at him it is quite impossible to believe that such a personage has ever been a boy who played pranks on his masters. Indeed, Admiral Sir John Pendergest seems to have sprung, fully uniformed and forbidding, from the earth, like those soldiers of mythology. I was so taken aback at confronting such a man that I never noticed my old friend, Billy Richardson, seated at the table as one of the minor officials of the Committee. Billy tells me I looked rather white about the lips when I realized what was ahead of me, and I daresay he was right. My consolation is that I didn't get red, as is my disconcerting habit. I was accommodated with a chair, and then a ferrety-faced little man began asking me questions, consulting every now and then a foolscap sheet of paper which was before him. Others were ready to note down the answers.

”'When did you fire the new gun from the ”Consternation” in the Baltic?'

”Dear Miss Amhurst, I have confessed to you that I am not brilliant, and, indeed, such confession was quite unnecessary, for you must speedily have recognized the fact, but here let me boast for a line or two of my one accomplishment, which is mathematical accuracy. When I make experiments I don't note the result by rule of thumb. My answer to the ferret-faced man was prompt and complete.

”'At twenty-three minutes, seventeen seconds past ten, A.M., on May the third of this year,' was my reply.

”The five high officials remained perfectly impa.s.sive, but the two stenographers seemed somewhat taken by surprise, and one of them whispered, 'Did you say fifteen seconds, sir?'

”'He said seventeen,' growled Sir John Pendergest, in a voice that seemed to come out of a sepulchre.

”'Who sighted the gun?'

”'I did, sir.'

”'Why did not the regular gunner do that?'

”'He did, sir, but I also took observations, and raised the muzzle .000327 of an inch.'

”'Was your gunner inaccurate, then, to that extent?'

”'No, sir, but I had weighed the ammunition, and found it short by two ounces and thirty-seven grains.'

”I must not bore you with all the questions and answers. I merely give these as samples. They questioned me about the recoil, the action of the gun, the state of this, that and the other after firing, and luckily I was able to answer to a dot every query put to me. At the finish one of the judges asked me to give in my own words my opinion of the gun.

Admiral Sir John glared at him as he put this question, for of course to any expert the answers I had furnished, all taken together, gave an accurate verdict on the gun, a.s.suming my statements to have been correct, which I maintain they were. However, as Sir John made no verbal comment, I offered my opinion as tersely as I could.

”'Thank you, Lieutenant Drummond,' rumbled Sir John in his deep voice, as if he were p.r.o.nouncing sentence, and, my testimony completed, the Committee rose.

”I was out in the street before Billy Richardson overtook me, and then he called himself to my attention by a resounding slap on the shoulder.

”'Alan, my boy,' he cried, 'you have done yourself proud. Your fortune's made.'

”'As how?' I asked, shaking him by the hand.

”'Why, we've been for weeks holding an inquiry on this blessed gun, and the question is whether or not a lot more of them are to be made. You know what an opinionated beast Old Grouch is. Well, my boy, you have corroborated his opinion of the gun in every detail. He is such a brow-beating, tyrannical brute that the rest of the Committee would rather like to go against him if they dared, but you have put a spoke in their wheel. Why, Sir John never said ”thank you” to a human being since he was born until twenty-seven minutes and fifteen seconds after eleven this morning, as you would have put it,' and at the time of writing this letter this surmise of Billy's appears to be justified, for the tape in the club just now announced that the Committee has unanimously decided in favor of the gun, and adds that this is regarded as a triumph for the chairman, Admiral Sir John Pendergest, with various letters after his name.

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