It was a little tableau, broken at last by Mr.Fentolin himself.
"I should like," he said, turning to Gerald, "to be alone.

It may interest you to know that this document which Mr.Dunster has brought across the seas, and which I hold in my hands, is the most amazing message of modern times." Gerald rose to his feet.
"What are you going to do about it ?" he asked abruptly.

"Do you want any one in from the telegraph room ?" Mr.Fentolin shook his head slowly.
"At present," he announced, "I am going to reflect.

Meekins, my chair to the north window--so.

I am going to sit here," he went on, "and I am going to look across the sea and reflect.