An Embarrassed Toilet I was soaked to the bone, and while Peter set off to look for dinner I went to my room to change.

I had a rubdown and then got into pyjamas for some dumb-bell exercises with two chairs, for that long wet ride had stiffened my arm and shoulder muscles.

They were a vulgar suit of primitive blue, which Blenkiron had looted from my London wardrobe.

As Cornelis Brandt I had sported a flannel nightgown.
My bedroom opened off the sitting-room, and while I was busy with my gymnastics I heard the door open.

I thought at first it was Blenkiron, but the briskness of the tread was unlike his measured gait.