Almost before his spurs ceased jingling in the tiled hall, Brigadier-General Jenkins strode out in a towering rage from behind the screen.
"'Pon my soul, a spy's trick!" he exploded.

"Had an eavesdropper, did you?
Listening from behind a screen while you tricked me into a promise on Catesby's account!" "Sure," Grim answered, folding the screen back, and letting his face wrinkle in smiles all the way up to the roots of his hair.

Very comical he looked, for his eyebrows were only partly sprouted again.

"Had two of you to listen in on the Administrator!" "Endorses you in blank, eh?
How long would he let the endorsement stand if he knew I was behind that screen while he was talking to you ?" "Try him!" Grim suggested.

"Shall I call him back?
He doesn't want to break you--told me so, in fact, last night--but he could change his mind, I daresay.