Placing Sir Harvey's letter down, looking through the salver he then found a letter from at Whitehall, he broke the seal with no hesitation, maybe it was sending him away so he would not have to make a decision so might be outside his purview to not attend either one of the Christmas house parties. His eyes slid over the velum, quickly scanning and digesting its contents. He read it again, then again. His eyebrows rose in complete surprise, well almost shock. Bathurst wanted him permanently at the war office, as it would make the process of deciphering of received or captured messages much quicker. He had not planned to be so involved, he was not employed, he volunteered. He now had to decide whether he wanted this! He had to think deeply, not make a decision on impulse. He needed all the facts to make an informed decision, but that would mean going to see Bathurst. After consuming his repast, he emptied his coffee cup placing in its saucer then onto the tray, stood, decision made, he left his study, after slipping on his greatcoat, strode resolutely into the hallway to retrieve his beaver, gloves and cane. Descending the steps from his front door, his footman had hailed a Hackney carriage and he promptly made his way to Whitehall.