THE YELLOW DOVE
Hammersley made that winning run for Marylebone—two minutes to play. Every bowler they put up”
“It’s hardly a time for bats,” put in Kipshaven dryly. “What we need is fast bowlers—with rifles.”
The object of these remarks sat serenely, smiling blandly around the table, but made no reply. In the pause that followed Sandys was heard in a half whisper to Byfield.
“What’s this I hear of a leak at the War Office?”
Captain Byfield glanced down the table. “Have you heard that?”
“Yes. At the club.”
Captain Byfield touched the rim of his glass to his lips.
“I’ve heard nothing of it.”
“What?” from a chorus.
“Information is getting out somewhere. I violate no confidences in telling you. The War Office is perturbed.”
“How terrible!” said Lady Joyliffe. “And don’t they suspect?”
“That’s the worst of it. The Germans got wind of some of Lord Kitchener’s plans and some of the Admiralty’s—which nobody knew but those very near the men at the top.”
“A spy in that circle—unbelievable,” said Kipshaven.
“My authority is a man of importance. Fortunately no damage has been done. The story goes that we’re issuing false statements in certain channels to mislead the enemy and find the culprit.”
“But how does the news reach the Germans?” asked Rizzio.
“No one knows. By courier to the coast and then
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