mebody's way."

She drove in silence for some little distance.

"Hugh," she asked abruptly, "why did the War Office send you down to
Market Burnham after that Zeppelin raid?"

His face was suddenly immovable. He turned his head very slightly.

"Did Granet tell you that?"

She nodded.

"Captain Granet came to see me yesterday afternoon. He seemed as much
surprised as I was. You were a little hard on him, weren't you?"

"I think not!"

"But why were you sent down?" she persisted. "I can't imagine what you
have to do with a Zeppelin raid."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I really don't think it is worth while your bothering about the
bandage," he said.

"Hugh, you make me so angry!" she exclaimed. "Of course, you may say
that I haven't the right to ask, but still I can't see why you should
be so mysterious.... Here's the chemist's. Now come inside with me,
please."

He followed her obediently into the shop at the top of Trafalgar Square.
She dressed his wound deftly and adjusted a bandage around his head.

"If you keep that on all day," she said, "I think--but I forgot. I was
treating you like an ordinary patient. Don't laugh at me, sir. I am sure
none of your professional nurses could have tied that up any better."

"Of course they couldn't," he agreed. "By-the-bye, have you obtained
your papers for Boulogne yet?"

"I expect to be going next week. Lady Headley promised to let me know
this afternoon. Now I'll take you down to the War Office, if you like."

He took his place once more by her side.

"Hugh," she inquired, "have you any idea who fired that shot?"

"None whatever," he replied, "no definite idea, that is to say. It
was some one who as driving a low, grey car. Do we know any one who
possesses such a thing?"

She frowned. The exigencies of the traffic prevented her glancing
towards him.

"Only Captain Granet," she remarked, "and I suppose even your dislike
of him doesn't go so far as to suggest that he is likely to play the
would-be murderer in broad daylight."

"It certainly does seem a rather rash and unnecessary proceeding," he
assented, "but the fact remains that some one thought it worth while."

"Some one with a grudge against the Chief Inspector of Hospitals," she
observed drily.

He did not reply. They drew up outside the War Office.

"Thank you very much," he said, "for playing the Good Samaritan."

She made a little grimace. Suddenly her manner became more earnest. She
laid