"You won't have to wait much longer." "Is it at the printer's ?" "It's printed." Barbara and I gave each a little start--we looked at Jaffery, who was taking no notice of us, and then questioningly at each other.

What on earth did the man mean?
"From to-morrow onwards, till publication, the press will be flooded with paragraphs about Adrian Boldero's new book.

I fixed it up with Wittekind, as a sort of welcome home to you." "That was very kind, Jaffery," said Doria; "but was it necessary?
I mean, couldn't Wittekind have done it before ?" "It was necessary in a way," said Jaffery.

"We wanted you to pass the proofs." Doria smiled proudly.

"Pass Adrian's proofs?
I?
I wouldn't presume to do such a thing." "Well, here they are, anyway," said Jaffery.
And to the bewilderment of Barbara and myself, he snapped open the hasps of his suit-case and drew out a great thick clump of galley-proofs fastened by a clip at the left hand top corner, which he deposited on Doria's lap.