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“The general idea was a good one,” said the Orator to the Chief Commissioner. “Witlon knew my weakness for fresh air, and he must have made a reconnaissance and seen how easy it was to look into my room with the window open. Oh, yes, I knew he was in England—one of my men picked him up when he landed at Southampton from Havre.”

The Chief Commissioner’s stern gaze was fixed on the Orator.

“But you didn’t dream he’d be shooting into your room, or you wouldn’t have allowed the Major to come?” he said.

The Orator did not answer immediately. Then he sighed.

“I suppose I wouldn’t,” he said.