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Granet was shown out and the door was closed。 General Brice turned towards his companion。
〃Thomson；〃 he said； 〃frankly； I can't believe it。 However； we'll find him a billet where he can't possibly do any mischief。〃
〃If you found him a billet where I should like to see him；〃 Surgeon…Major Thomson observed bitterly； 〃he would never do any more mischief in this world！ Any dispatches from the Front； sir？〃
General Brice raised his eyebrows。
〃Are you off again？〃 he asked。
〃I am going to see that young man's General；〃 Thomson replied。 〃I shall cross over to…day and be back to…morrow night or Saturday morning。〃
General Brice nodded thoughtfully。
〃Perhaps you are right；〃 he assented。 〃Yes； I shall have a few reports。 You'd better let them know at the Admiralty； and what time you want to go over。〃
Surgeon…Major Thomson shook hands with the General and turned towards the door。
〃When I come back；〃 he said； 〃I hope I'll be able to convince even you； sir。〃
CHAPTER X
Surgeon…Major Thomson awoke about twelve hours later with a start。 He had been sleeping so heavily that he was at first unable to remember his whereabouts。 His mind moved sluggishly across the brief panorama of his hurried journeythe special train from Victoria to Folkestone； the destroyer which had brought him and a few other soldiers across the Channel； black with darkness； at a pace which made even the promenade deck impossible； the landing at Boulogne； a hive of industry notwithstanding the darkness； the clanking of waggons； the shrieking of locomotives； the jostling of crowds； the occasional flashing of an electric torch。 And then the ride in the great automobile through the misty night。 He rubbed his eyes and looked around him。 A grey morning was breaking。 The car had come to a standstill before a white gate； in front of which was stationed a British soldier； with drawn bayonet。 Surgeon…Major Thomson pulled himself together and answered the challenge。
〃A friend；〃 he answered；〃Surgeon…Major Thomson； on his Majesty's service。〃
He leaned from the car for a moment and held out something in the hollow of his hand。 The man saluted and drew back。 The car went along a rough road which led across a great stretch of pastureland。 On the ridge of the hills on his right； little groups of men were at work unlimbering guns。 Once or twice； with a queer； screeching sound； a shell； like a little puff of white smoke； passed high over the car and fell somewhere in the grey valley below。 In the distance he could see the movements of a body of troops through the trees； soldiers on the way to relieve their comrades in the trenches。 As the morning broke； the trenches themselves came into viewlong； zig…zag lines； silent； and with no sign of the men who crawled about inside like ants。 He passed a great brewery transformed into a canteen； from which a line of waggons； going and returning； were passing all the time backwards and forwards into the valley。 Every now and then through the stillness came the sharp crack of a rifle from the snipers lying hidden in the little stretches of woodland and marshland away on the right。 A motor…omnibus； with its advertisement signs still displayed but a great red cross floating above it； came rocking down the road on its way to the field hospital in the distance。 As yet； however； the business of fighting seemed scarcely to have commenced。
They passed several small houses and farms； in front of each of which was stationed a sentry。 Once； form the hills behind； a great white…winged aeroplane glided over his head on its way to make a reconnaissance。 Queerest sight of all； here and there were peasants at work in the fields。 One old man leaned upon his spade and watched as the car passed。 Not a dozen yards from him was a great hole in the ground where a shell had burst； and a little further away a barn in ruins。 The car was forced to stop here to let a cavalcade of ammunition waggons pass by。 Surgeon…Major Thomson leaned from his seat and spoke to the old man。
〃You are not afraid of the German shells； then？〃 he asked。
〃Monsieur；〃 the old man answered； 〃one must live or dieit does not matter which。 For the rest； if one is to live； one must eat。 Therefore I work。 Four sons I have and a nephew away yonder；〃 he added； waving his hand southwards。 〃That is why I dig alone。 Why do you not send us more soldiers； Monsieur l'Anglais？〃
〃Wait but a little time longer；〃 Thomson answered cheerfully。
The old man looked sadly at his ruined barn。
〃It is always 'wait；'〃 he muttered； 〃and one grows old and tired。 Bonjour； monsieur！〃
The car passed on again and suddenly dropped into a little protected valley。 They came to a standstill before a tiny chateau； in front of which stretched what might once have been an ornamental garden； but which was now torn to pieces by gun carriages； convoy waggons； and every description of vehicle。 From the top of the house stretched many wires。 A sentry stood at the iron gates and passed Major Thomson after a perfunctory challenge。 An office with mud…stained boots and wind…tossed hair； who looked as though he had been out all night； stood on the steps of the house and welcomed Thomson。
〃Hullo； Major；〃 he called out； 〃just across； eh？〃
〃This moment；〃 Thomson assented。 〃Anything fresh？〃
〃Nothing to speak of；〃 the other replied。 〃We've just had a message in that the French have been giving them a knock。 We've had a quit time the last two days。 They're bringing up some more Bavarians； we think。〃
〃Do you think I could have a few words with the General？〃 Major Thomson asked。
〃Come in and have some coffee。 Yes； he'll see you； of course。 He is in his own room with two of the flying men； just for the moment。 I'll let you know when you can go in。〃
They passed into an apartment which had once been the dining…room of the chateau； and in which a long table was laid。 One or two staff officers greeted Thomson； and the man who had brought him in attended to his wants。
〃The General had his breakfast an hour ago；〃 the latter observed。 〃We're pretty well forward here and we have to keep on the qui vive。 We got some shells yesterday dropped within a quarter of a mile of us。 I think we're going to try and give them a push back on the left flank。 I'll go in and see about you； Thomson。〃
〃Good fellow！ You might tell them to give my chauffeur something。 The destroyer that brought me over is waiting at Boulogne； and I want to be in London to…night。〃
One of the officers from the other side of the table； smiled queerly。
〃London！ My God！〃 he muttered。 〃There is still a London； I suppose？ Savoy and Carlton going still？ Pall Mall where it was？〃
〃And very much as it was；〃 Thomson assured him。 〃London's wonderfully unchanged。 You been out long？〃
〃September the second；〃 was the cheerful reply。 〃I keep on getting promised a week but I can't bring it off。〃
〃He's such a nut with the telephones；〃 the man by his side explained； helping himself to marmalade。 〃The General positively can't spare him。〃
〃Oh； chuck it！〃 the other exclaimed in disgust。 〃What about you？the only man with an eye to a Heaven…ordained gun position； as old Wat