Presently he called to her.

His forefinger rested upon a certain column.
"Read this," he directed.
She read it out in a tone which passed from surprise to blank wonder: Commander Sir Henry Cranston, Baronet, to receive the D.S.O.for special services, and to be promoted to the rank of Acting Rear-Admiral.
"What does it mean ?" she asked feverishly.

"Henry?
A D.S.O.for Henry for special services ?" "It means," he told her, with a forced smile, "that your husband is, as you put it in your expressive language, a fraud.".