But he repressed his inclination to
smile at this sudden excess of caution on Dick's part. It was a move in the
right direction, certainly.
"Yes, we'll do that," he said. "I'll walk across the bridge, and you can
take the tube under the river from the Monument."
They followed that plan, and met without incident at the station. Here more
than ever the fact of war was in evidence. A considerable space in and near
the station had been roped off and sentries refused to allow any to pass
who could not prove that they had a right to do so. The ordinary peaceful
vocation of the great terminal was entirely suspended.
"Anything happen to you?" asked Harry, with a smile. "I nearly got run
over--but that was my own fault."
"No, nothing. I saw Graves. And he wanted to know what I was doing."
"What did you tell him?"
"Nothing. I said, 'Don't you wish you knew?' And he got angry, and said he
didn't care."
"It wasn't any of his business. You did just right," said Harry.
They had to wait a few moments to see Major French, who was exceedingly
busy. They needed no one to tell them what was going on. At every platform
trains were waiting, and, even while they looked on, one after another
drew out, loaded with soldiers. The windows were whitewashed, so that, once
the doors of the compartments were closed, none could see who was inside.
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