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Chapter 8

           

           WhilehewastakingoffhiscoatIsawwhoitwas.Youcouldn’topenanewspaperoramagazinewithoutseeingthatfacethegreybeardcutlikeaspade,thefirmfightingmouth,thebluntsquarenose,andthekeenblueeyes.IrecognizedtheFirstSeaLord,theman,theysay,thatmadethenewBritishNavy.

           Hepassedmyalcoveandwasusheredintoaroomatthebackofthehall.AsthedooropenedIcouldhearthesoundoflowvoices.Itshut,andIwasleftaloneagain.

           FortwentyminutesIsatthere,wonderingwhatIwastodonext.IwasstillperfectlyconvincedthatIwaswanted,butwhenorhowIhadnonotion.Ikeptlookingatmywatch,andasthetimecreptontohalf-pasttenIbegantothinkthattheconferencemustsoonend.InaquarterofanhourRoyershouldbespeedingalongtheroadtoPortsmouth....

           ThenIheardabellring,andthebutlerappeared.Thedoorofthebackroomopened,andtheFirstSeaLordcameout.Hewalkedpastme,andinpassingheglancedinmydirection,andforasecondwelookedeachotherintheface.

           Onlyforasecond,butitwasenoughtomakemyheartjump.Ihadneverseenthegreatmanbefore,andhehadneverseenme.Butinthatfractionoftimesomethingsprangintohiseyes,andthatsomethingwasrecognition.Youcan’tmistakeit.Itisaflicker,asparkoflight,aminuteshadeofdifferencewhichmeansonethingandonethingonly.Itcameinvoluntarily,forinamomentitdied,andhepassedon.InamazeofwildfanciesIheardthestreetdoorclosebehindhim.

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