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THE TWENTY-FOURTH dawned on the Tower greyly. A thin white mist covered the waters; overhead the skies were heavy and tearful. Towards twelve o'clock the drizzle turned into a downpour, that did not vary in intensity throughout the rest of the afternoon. On such days as these the Tower is a desolation, the drill square empty, visitors very rare indeed.
Sentries stand snug in their boxes, the warders in their long cloaks disappear into such kiosks or doorways as give them shelter. It was raining heavily enough when Dick Hallowell marched his guard off the square and lined them before the red guardhouse. He made his rounds with Bobbie, whom he was relieving, took over the wharf and the "spur" guards, and was glad when Bobbie's men marched away and he was free to find the shelter of his room. They had a few minutes' chat before the guard moved off.