wife, who might have been older. She had been Godfrey’s nurse, and I had heard him speak of her as second only to his mother in his affections, so I was drawn to her in spite of her queer appearance. The mother I liked also—a gentle little white mouse of a woman. It was only the Colonel himself whom I barred.
“We had a bit of a barney right away, and I should have walked back to the station if I had not felt that it might be playing his game for me to do so. I was shown straight into his study, and there I found him, a huge, bow-backed man with a smoky skin and a straggling grey beard, seated behind his littered desk. A red-veined nose jutted out like a vulture’s beak, and two fierce grey eyes glared at me from under tufted brows. I could understand now why Godfrey seldom spoke of his father.
“‘Well, sir,’ said he in a rasping voice. ‘I should be interested to know the real reasons for this visit.’
“I answered that I had explained them in my letter to his wife.
“‘Yes, yes; you said that you had known Godfrey in Africa. We have, of course, only your word for that.’
“‘I have his letters to me in my pocket.’
“‘Kindly let me see them.’
“He glanced at the two which I handed him, and then he tossed them back.
“‘Well, what then?’ he asked.
“‘I was fond of your son Godfrey, sir. Many ties and memories united us. Is it not natural that I should
