"You ?" "Yes," I said.

"The Chasseurs d'Afrique are probably in Africa, and the doctors have ordered me to winter in a hot climate, and I shall go on writing a million letters a day if I stay here, which will kill me off in no time with brain fag and writer's cramp.

Your husband will be what the newspapers call an objective.

Good-bye!" said I, "I'll bring him to you dead or alive." And without knowing it at the time, I made an exit as magnificent as that of Professor Anastasius Papadopoulos..