He was standing before the Brigadier.

His eyes gleamed in his alert face--two weird pin-points of light.
"She will be safe with me," he said, in a tone that held not the smallest shade of uncertainty.
But the Brigadier did not speak.

He still searched young Ratcliffe's face as a man who views through field-glasses a region distant and unexplored.
After a moment the officer who had remained silent throughout came forward a step and spoke.

He was a magnificent man with the physique of a Hercules.

He had remained on his feet, impassive but observant, from the moment of his entrance.