235

XXV IN A LIBRARY 238

XXVI A FATAL KINDNESS 248

XXVII THE RANK AND FILE 257

XXVIII THE LONG SLEEP 263

XXIX JENNY PUTS UP HER FIGHT 273

XXX A REVOLUTION IN SIR CHICHESTER 287

XXXI JENNY AND MILLIE SPLAY 298

XXXII "BUT STILL A RUBY KINDLES IN THE VINE" 306

THE SUMMONS

CHAPTER I

THE OLYMPIC GAMES

"Luttrell! Luttrell!"

Sir Charles Hardiman stood in the corridor of his steam yacht and bawled
the name through a closed door. But no answer was returned from the
other side of the door. He turned the handle and went in. The night was
falling, but the cabin windows looked towards the north and the room was
full of light and of a low and pleasant music. For the tide tinkled and
chattered against the ship's planks and, in the gardens of the town
across the harbour, bands were playing. The town was Stockholm in the
year nineteen hundred and twelve, and on this afternoon, the Olympic
games, that unfortunate effort to promote goodwill amongst the nations,
which did little but increase rancours and disclose hatreds, had ended,
never, it is to be hoped, to be resumed.

"Luttrell," cried Hardiman again, but this time with perplexity in his
voice. For Luttrell was there in the cabin in front of him, but sunk in
so deep a contemplation of memories and prospects that the cabin might
just as well have been empty. Sir Charles Hardiman touched him on the
shoulder.

"Wake up, old man!"

"That's what I am doing--waking up," said Luttrell, turning without any
start. He was seated in front of the writing-desk, a young man, as the
world went before the war, a few months short of twenty-eight.

"The launch is waiting and everybody's on deck," continued Hardiman.
"We shall lose our table at Hasselbacken if we don't get off."

Then he caught sight of a telegram lying upon the writing-table.

"Oh!" and the impatience died out of his voice. "Is anything the
matter?"

Luttrell pushed the telegram towards his host.

"Read it! I have got to make up my mind--and now--before we start."

Hardiman read the telegram. It was addressed to Captain Harry Luttrell,
Yacht _The Dragonfly_, Stockholm, and it was sent from Cairo by the
Adjutant-General of the Eg