Geraldine stopped short. There was a little frown gathering upon her forehead. She pointed up to the roof of the hotel, where a man was crouching with a telescope glued to his eyes. He lowered it almost as they paused, and waved his hand to them.
"Can't see any sign of Conyers," he shouted. "I'm waiting for the pinnace.
Come up here. There's such a ripping view."
They entered the hotel in silence.
"I don't believe," Geraldine remarked uneasily, "that Ralph would like that."They made their way to the top of the house and were escorted by a buxom chambermaid to what was practically a step-ladder opening out on to a skylight. From here they crawled on to the roof, where they found Granet comfortably ensconced with his back to a chimney, smoking a cigarette.
"This is rather one on your brother," he chuckled.
"Where did you find the telescope?" Geraldine asked.
"I borrowed it from downstairs," he answered. "Do come and have a look. You can see the Scorpion quite distinctly. All the officers seem to be gathered around that mysterious structure on the upper deck. I thought at first it was a stand for a gun but it isn't."Olive held out her hand for the telescope but Geraldine shook her head. There was a troubled expression in her eyes.
"I suppose it's awfully silly, Captain Granet," she said, "but honestly, Idon't think Ralph would take it as a joke at all if he knew that we were up here, trying to find out what was going on."Olive set down the telescope promptly.
"I didn't think of that," she murmured.
Granet laughed easily.
"Perhaps you are right," he admitted. "All the same, we are a little exceptionally placed, aren't we?--his sister, his fiancee, and--"He broke off suddenly. A hand had been laid upon his shoulder. A small, dark man, who had come round the corner of the chimney unperceived, was standing immediately behind him.
"I must trouble you all for your names and addresses, if you please," he announced quietly.
The two girls stared at him, dumbfounded. Granet, however, remained perfectly at his ease. He laid down the telescope and scrutinised the newcomer.
"I really don't altogether see," he remarked good humouredly, "why I should give my name and address to a perfect stranger just because he asks for it."The man opened his coat and displayed a badge.
"I am on Government service, sir."
"Well, I am Captain Granet, back from the Front with dispatches a few days ago," Granet told him. "This is Miss Conyers, sister of Commander Conyers of the 'Scorpion,' and Miss Olive Moreton, his fiancee. We are waiting for Commander Conyers at the present moment, and we were just looking to see if the pinnace had started. Is it against the law to use a telescope in Portsmouth?"The man made a few notes in his pocket-book. Then he opened the trapdoor and stood on one side.
"No one is allowed out here, sir," he said. "The hotel people are to blame for not having the door locked. I shall have to make a report but I have no doubt that your explanation will be accepted. Will you be so good as to descend, please?"Granet struggled to his feet and turned towards his companions.
"The fellow's quite right," he decided. "I am only glad that the Government are looking after things so. The Admiralty are much more go-ahead in this way than we are. I vote we have out the car and go down the front to Southsea--unless we are under arrest?" he added pleasantly, turning towards the man who had accosted them.
"You are at liberty to do whatever you please, sir," was the polite reply.
"In any case, I think it would be quite useless of you to wait for Commander Conyers.""Why?" Olive asked quickly.
"The Scorpion has just received orders to leave on this evening's tide, madam," the man announced. "You can see that she is moving even now."They looked out across the harbour. The smoke was pouring from the funnels of the destroyer. Already she had swung around and was steaming slowly towards the Channel.
"She's off, right enough!" Granet exclaimed. "Nothing left for us, then, but London."
