I'm awfully sorry, but there were some letters came for you chaps this morning.

I took them off the table, meaning to give them to you; but I quite forgot, and left them in my desk." "Well, you're a nice one!" cried Diggory.

"Suppose you go and fetch 'em now!" "Rats" scrambled to his feet and hurried out of the room.
Jack Vance pulled out his watch, and held it down so that the glimmer of the red light from between the bars of the stove fell upon its face.
"My word," he exclaimed, "it's time we thought about packing!" "Wait a jiff for those letters," answered Diggory.
A moment later "Rats" came scampering down the passage.

"Here they are," he cried; "I'm very sorry I forgot 'em.

A letter for Mugford, and a paper for Vance." Diggory relighted the gas-jet which he had turned out after boiling the kettle, and proceeded, with the assistance of "Rats," to gather up the remains of the feast.