Another motor-bus rumbled up, and, avoiding the hole in the roadway, travelled on, its conductor keeping a keen look-out for fares.
The street was cleared by the police; the airship continued its course, spawning bombs in the distance, and vanished.

The incident was closed.
"Let us go home," said Oro.

"I have seen enough of your great and wonderful city.

I would rest in the quiet of Nyo and think." The next thing that I remember was the voice of Bastin, saying: "If you don't mind, Arbuthnot, I wish that you would get up.

The Glittering Lady (he still called her that) is coming here to have a talk with me which I should prefer to be private.