Mother wrote this morning telling me that she was going to Beachy Head this afternoon with a picnic party." "I am convinced," said Theydon gravely, "that some one has blundered.

It may be the act of some stupid foreigner.

I shall not be content now, Miss Forbes, until I have gone with you to the Royal Devonshire, and learnt what the extent of the trouble really is.

Then, if Mrs.Forbes needs your presence, perhaps you will allow me to telephone to your father, as he will be greatly disturbed when he returns home and learns the cause of your journey." "But I can't think of allowing you two to break up your afternoon on my account.

I'm sure, when we reach Eastbourne, I shall see an array of golf clubs among your luggage." "No," smiled Theydon.