THE WASTER'S REFUGE "I say, you blessed Colonial, what's come over you ?" Linklater was obviously disturbed.

He had just returned from a summer's yachting through the Norway fjords, brown and bursting with life.

The last half-hour he had been pouring forth his experiences to his friend Martin.

These experiences were some of them exciting, some of them of doubtful ethical quality, but all of them to Linklater at least interesting.

During the recital it was gradually borne in upon him that his friend Martin was changed.