That is really all I know about the matter." Major Thomson nodded.
"You had only just arrived, then, when the bombs were dropped ?" "I pulled up just before the illumination," Granet asserted.
Thomson looked at him thoughtfully.
"I am going to make a remark, Captain Granet," he said, "upon which you can comment or not, as you choose.

Was not your costume last night rather a singular one for the evening?
You say that you were on your way upstairs to undress when you heard the Zeppelin.

Do you wear rubber shoes and a Norfolk jacket for dinner ?" Granet for a moment bit his lip.
"I laid out those things in case there was anything doing," he said.
"As I told you, I felt sure that I had heard an airship earlier in the evening, and I meant to try and follow it if I heard it again." There was a brief silence.

Granet lounged a little back in his chair, but though his air of indifference was perfect, a sickening foreboding was creeping in upon him.

He was conscious of failure, of blind, idiotic folly.