"Why should I go anywhere ?" "For the sake of your health, my lord," said Mr.Jacobs, his innocent blue eyes fixed on Heyton.

"You want a change--and at once; in fact, it is absolutely imperative." He leant forward across the table, patted the Bradshaw and dropped his voice as he went on incisively, "You can catch the night mail from Charing Cross.

Book straight through by the Trans-Siberian, by way of Moscow and Pekin.

When you reach Harbin, go right into the interior.

There are mines there--anyhow, you can lose yourself.