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Entered Thomas lazily.

“Hallo,” he said in his slow voice. “What’s it all about?”

“It’s a raid on the Begum’s palace,” explained Archie rapidly. “Dahlia decoys the Chief Mucilage; you, Thomas, drive the submarine; Myra has charge of the clockwork mouse, and we others hang about and sing. To say more at this stage would be to bring about a European conflict.”

“Coffee, Thomas?” said Myra.

“I bet he’s having us on,” said Thomas gloomily, as he stirred his coffee.

There was a hurricane in the hall. Chairs were swept over; coats and hats fell to the ground; a high voice offered continuous apologies–and Simpson came in.

“Hallo, Myra!” he said eagerly. “Hallo, old chap! Hallo, Dahlia! Hallo, Archie! Hallo, Thomas, old boy!” He fixed his spectacles firmly on his nose and beamed round the room.

“We’re all here–thanking you very much for inviting us,” I said. “Have a cigar–if you’ve brought any with you.”

Fortunately he had brought several with him.

“Now then, I’ll give any of you three guesses what it’s all about.”

“No, you don’t. We’re all waiting, and you can begin your apology right away.”

Simpson took a deep breath and began.

“I’ve been lent a villa,” he said.

There was a moment’s silence … and then Archie got up.

“Good-bye,” he said to Myra, holding out his hand. “Thanks for a very jolly evening. Come along Dahlia.”

“But I say, old chap,” protested Simpson.

“I’m sorry, Simpson, but the fact that you’re moving from the Temple to Cricklewood, or wherever it is, and that somebody else is paying the thirty pounds a year, is jolly interesting, but it wasn’t good enough to drag us up from the country to tell us about it. You could have written. However, thank you for the cigar.”

“My dear fellow, it isn’t Cricklewood. It’s the Riviera!”

Archie sat down again.

“Samuel!” cried Myra. “How she must love you!”

“I should never lend Simpson a villa of mine,” I said. “He’d only lose it.”

“They’re some very old friends who live there, and they’re going away for a month, and the servants are staying on, and they suggested that if I was going abroad again this year–“

“How did the servants know you’d been abroad last year?” asked Archie.

“Don’t interrupt, dear,” said Dahlia. “I see what he means. How very jolly for you, Samuel.”

“For all of us, Dahlia!”

“You aren’t suggesting we shall all crowd in?” growled Thomas.

“Of course, my dear old chap! I told them, and they’re delighted. We can share housekeeping expenses, and it will be as cheap as anything.”

“But to go into a stranger’s house,” said Dahlia anxiously.

“It’s my house, Dahlia, for the time. I invite you!” He threw out his hands in a large gesture of welcome and knocked his coffee-cup on to the carpet; begged Myra’s pardon several times; and then sat down again and wiped his spectacles vigorously.

Archie looked doubtfully at Thomas.

“Duty, Thomas, duty,” he said, thumping his chest. “You can’t desert the Navy at this moment of crisis.”

“Might,” said Thomas, puffing at his pipe.

Archie looked at me. I looked hopefully at Myra.

“Oh-h-h!” said Myra, entranced.

Archie looked at Dahlia. Dahlia frowned.

“It isn’t till February,” said Simpson eagerly.

“It’s very kind of you, Samuel,” said Dahlia, “but I don’t think–“

Archie nodded to Simpson.

“You leave this to me,” he said confidentially. “We’re going.”

II. ON THE WAY

“Toulon,” announced Archie, as the train came to a stop and gave out its plaintive, dying whistle. “Naval port of our dear allies, the French. This would interest Thomas.”

“If he weren’t asleep,” I said.

“He’ll be here directly,” said Simpson from the little table for two on the other side of the gangway. “I’m afraid he had a bad night. Here, garcon–er–donnez-moi du cafe et–er-” But the waiter had slipped past him again–the fifth time.

“Have some of ours,” said Myra kindly, holding out the pot.

“Thanks very much, Myra, but I may as well wait for Thomas, and–garcon, du cafe pour–I don’t think he’ll be–deux cafes, garcon, s’il vous–it’s going to be a lovely day.”

Thomas came in quietly, sat down opposite Simpson, and ordered breakfast.