Olive Moreton gave a little start as the long, grey, racing car came noiselessly to a standstill by the side of the kerbstone. Captain Granet raised his hat and leaned from the driving seat towards her.
"Hope I didn't frighten you, Miss Moreton?"
"Not at all," she replied. "What a perfectly lovely car!"He assented eagerly.
"Isn't she! My uncle's present to me to pass away the time until I can do some more soldiering. They only brought it round to me early this morning.
Can I take you anywhere?"
"I was just going to see Geraldine Conyers," she began.
"Do you know, I guessed that," he remarked, leaning on one side and opening the door. "Do let me take you. I haven't had a passenger yet."She stepped in at once.
"As a matter of fact," she told him, "I was looking for a taxicab. I have had a telegram from Ralph. He wants us to go down to Portsmouth by the first train we can catch this morning. He says that if we can get down there in time to have lunch at two o'clock, he can show us over the 'Scorpion.' After to-day she will be closed to visitors, even his own relations. I was just going to see if Geraldine could come."Granet was thoughtful for a moment. He glanced at the little clock on the dashboard opposite to him.
"I tell you what," he suggested, "why not let me motor you and Miss Conyers down? I don't believe there's another fast train before one o'clock, and we'd get down in a couple of hours, easily. It's just what I'm longing for, a good stretch into the country.""I should love it," the girl exclaimed, "and I should think Geraldine would.
Will you wait while I run in and see her?"
"Of course," Granet replied. "Here we are, and there's Miss Conyers at the window. You go in and talk her over and I'll just see that we've got lots of petrol. I'll have you down there within two hours, all right, if we can get away before the roads are crowded."She hurried into the house. Geraldine met her on the threshold and they talked together for a few moments. Then Olive reappeared, her face beaming.
"Geraldine would simply love it," she announced. "She will be here in five minutes. Could we just stop at my house for a motor-coat?""Certainly!" Granet agreed, glancing at his watch. "This is absolutely ripping! We shall be down there by one o'clock. Why is this to be Conyers' last day for entertaining?"
"I don't know," she answered indifferently. "Some Admiralty regulation, Isuppose."
He sighed.
"After all," he declared, "I am not sure whether I chose the right profession.
There is so much that is mysterious about the Navy. They are always inventing something or trying something new."Geraldine came down the steps, waving her hand.
"This is the most delightful idea!" she exclaimed, as Granet held the door open. "Do you really mean that you are going to take us down to Portsmouth and come and see Ralph?""I am not going to worry your brother," he answered, smiling, "but I am going to take you down to Portsmouth, if I may. We shall be there long before you could get there by train, and--well, what do you think of my new toy?""Simply wonderful," Geraldine declared. "Olive told me that your uncle had just given it you. What a lucky person you are, Captain Granet!"He laughed a little shortly as they glided off.
"Do you think so?" he answered. "Well, I am lucky in my uncle, at any rate.
He is one of those few people who have a great deal of money and don't mind spending it. I was getting bored to death with my game leg and arm, and certainly this makes one forget both of them. Six cylinders, you see, Miss Conyers, and I wouldn't like to tell you what we can touch if we were pressed.""You won't frighten us," Geraldine assured him.
Granet glanced once more at the clock in front of him.
"For a time," he remarked, "I am your chauffeur. I just want to see what she'll do--to experiment a little.">From that point conversation became scanty. The girls leaned back in their seats. Granet sat bolt upright, with his eyes fixed upon the road. Shortly before one o'clock they entered Portsmouth.
"The most wonderful ride I ever had in my life!" Geraldine exclaimed.
"Marvelous!" Olive echoed. "Captain Granet, Ralph promised that there should be a pinnace at number seven dock from one until three."Granet pointed with his finger.
"Number seven dock is there," he said, "and there's the pinnace. I shall go back to the hotel for lunch and wait for you there.""You will do nothing of the sort," Geraldine insisted. "Ralph would be furious if you didn't come with us.""Of course!" Olive interposed. "How could you think of anything so ridiculous! It's entirely owing to you that we were able to get here."Captain Granet looked for a moment doubtful.
"You see, just now," he explained, "I know the regulations for visiting ships in commission are very strict. Perhaps an extra visitor might embarrass your brother.""How can you be so absurd!" Geraldine protested. "You--a soldier! Why, of course he'd be delighted to have you."Granet swung the car around into the archway of a hotel exactly opposite the dock.
"All right," he agreed. "We'll leave the car here. Of course, I'd like to come all right."They crossed the cobbled street and made their way to the dock. The pinnace was waiting for them and in a very few minutes they were on their way across the harbour. The "Scorpion" was lying well away from other craft, her four squat funnels emitting faint wreaths of smoke. She rode very low in the water and her appearance was certainly menacing.
"Personally," Geraldine observed, leaning a little forward to look at her, "Ithink a destroyer is one of the most vicious, the most hideous things I ever saw. I do hope that Ralph will be quick and get a cruiser.""Is that the Scorpion just ahead of us?" Granet asked.
Geraldine nodded.
"Did you ever see anything so ugly? She looks as though she would spit out death from every little crevice.""She's a fine boat," Granet muttered. "What did your brother say she could do?""Thirty-nine knots," Geraldine replied. "It seems wonderful, doesn't it?"The officer in charge of the pinnace smiled.
