Granet sauntered in to breakfast a few minutes late on the following morning.

A little volley of questions and exclamations reached him as he stood by the sideboard.
"Heard about the Zeppelin raid ?" "They say there's a bomb on the ninth green!" "Market Burnham Hall is burnt to the ground!" Granet sighed as he crossed the room and took his seat at the table.
"If you fellows hadn't slept like oxen last night," he remarked, "you'd have known a lot more about it.

I saw the whole show." "Nonsense!" Major Harrison exclaimed.
"Tell us all about it ?" young Anselman begged.
"I heard the thing just as I was beginning to undress," Granet explained.

"I rushed downstairs and found Collins out in the garden.

...
Where the devil is Collins, by-the-bye ?" They glanced at his vacant place.
"Not down yet.