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Clayton Spencer glanced about the table Rodney Page, the architect, was

telling a story clearly not for the ears of the clergy, and his own

son, Graha

alone, bored and rather sulky, and sipping his third cognac

"If you want s are bad"

"For the Allies? Or for us?"

"Good heavens,It is only the Allies who are

standing between us and trouble now The French are just holding their

own The British are fighting hard, but they're fighting at ho We're bound to be involved"

The rector lighted an excellent cigar

"Even if we are," he said, hopefully, "I understand our part of it will

be purely naval And I believe our navy will give an excellent account

of itself"

"Probably," Clay retorted "If it had anything to fight! But with the

Ger to bombard

Berlin from the sea--"

The rector made no immediate reply, and Clayton see, nervous fingers, and his eyes