Devorlane eased into the frayed maroon armchair, the most comfortable by far of all the chairs in the library, even if it did sag in the middle.

"A straight answer, my boy, would be appreciated." Lord Koorecroft had assumed the chair opposite. Now he set his cane to the side. "After all, I know Colonel Caruthers regards you as suitable spying material. He told me."

Maybe he did. Why the blazes should he do any more for the damned country with his leg in this state ...