"I certainly wasn't
going to refuse. And it isn't as if I'd asked Mr. Wharton to pick me out."
"No, and I fancy there aren't many of them who would have done as well as
you did to-day, either!"
"Oh, yes, they would! That wasn't anything. We'd better get to bed now. I
think we ought to report just as early as we can in the morning. If we get
away by seven o'clock, it won't be a bit too early."
"All right. I'll be ready. Good-night, Harry!"
"Good-night, Dick!"
Morning saw them up on time, and off to Ealing. There Colonel Throckmorton
gave them their orders.
"I've requisitioned motorcycles for you," he said. "Make sure of the
location of the house, so that you can mark it on an ordnance map for me.
Then use your own judgment,--but find the next house. I have had letters
prepared for you that will introduce you to either the mayor or the
military commander in any town you reach and you will get quarters for the
night, if you need them. Where do you think your search will lead you,
Fleming?"
He eyed Harry sharply as he asked the question.
"Somewhere on the East coast, I think, sir," replied Harry.
"Well, that remains to be seen. Report by telegraph, using this code. It's
a simplified version of the official code, but it contains all you will
need to use. That is all."
Finding the house, when they started on their motorcycles, did not prove as
difficult a task as Harry had feared it might.
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