"Grayle's probably meeting the story, too," I said. "I wonder how he
likes it."
"He must have been through this sort of thing so many times!" George
sighed.
"But I doubt if he wants to be the hero of a _cause célèbre_ at this
moment," I suggested. "The political position is becoming very
interesting."
A few days before I had found myself at a political meeting in the City.
We were assembled to demand a "ton-for-ton" policy of compensation for
the merchant shipping which was being sunk by German submarines, and my
seat on the platform was next to Guy Bannerman's.
"Grayle couldn't come, so I'm representing him," he explained. "You may
imagine his hands are pretty full at present."
"I can well imagine it," I said, "though I don't go out of my way to
meet him nowadays." Guy looked at me enquiringly to see how much I knew.
"The last time I was at Milford Square I was told that you'd moved into
quarters of your own."
Guy nodded abstractedly.
"You know, I don't think you've heard the whole story," he said.
"I've heard more than I want to," I replied, as I began to consult the
programme of the afternoon's proceedings.
"Ah, but only on one side. There was such provocation----"