He did not tell General Michael that he was not good at keeping secrets,
chiefly because that gentleman was not of the trivial confession type;
but he made a mental reservation.
Seymour Michael had risen and was walking backwards and forwards slowly
between the window and the door. He seemed quite at home in the small
room, and his manner of taking three strides and then wheeling round
suggested the habit of living in tents.
"What you must say is that you have received your brother's effects," he
said. "If they ask from whence--from the War Office. I am the War Office
to all intents and purposes. The affair is almost forgotten. All the
details have been published--the usual newspaper details, with Fleet
Street local colouring. You should have no difficulty."
"No," answered Arthur meekly, but with another mental reservation.
"There are, of course, certain legal formalities in progress," went on
the General, "relative to the estate. Those must be allowed to go on. We
may trust the lawyers to go slowly.
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