"Some very excellent wood port, which we procured for shooting luncheons.

The young gentlemen like it." "You're a jewel, Mills," his master declared.

"Now you understand--an aperitif for me now, some whisky for Jimmy in your room, and not a word about my being here.

Good night, Jimmy.

Sorry we were too late for the mackerel, but we had some grand sport, all the same.