"What's it got to do with me!" he repeated indignantly. "Why, it's just the mercy o' Gawd--" "Come on, Tommy," I said. Tommy took a step forward, but the man clutched him by the arm. "No yer don't," he said, "not till ... Ow!" With a sudden vigorous shove Tommy sent him staggering back across the pavement, and the next moment we had both jumped into the taxi and banged the door. "Right away," I called out. I think there was some momentary doubt amongst the other spectators whether they oughtn't to interfere, but before they could make up their minds our sympathetic driver had thrust in his clutch, and we were spinning away down the Embankment. Joyce, who was sitting next to me, slipped her hand into mine. "I love to see you both laughing," she said, "but I _should_ like to know what's happened! At present I feel as if I was acting in a cinematograph play." We told her--told her in quick, eager sentences of how the danger and mystery that had hung over us so for long had at last been scattered and destroyed. It was a broken, inadequate sort of narrative, jerked out as we bumped over crossings and pulled by behind buses, but I fancy from the light in her eyes and the pressure of her hand that Joyce was quite contented. "It's--it's like waking up after some horrible dream," she said, "and suddenly finding that everything's all right. Oh, I knew it would be in the end--I knew it the whole time--but I never dreamed it would happen all at once like this." "Neither did George," chuckled Tommy. "How long had he been with you, Joyce?" "About twenty minutes," she said. "He came straight to me from Harrod's, where he's spent most of the day buying stores for his yacht. He had quite made up his mind I was coming with him. I don't believe he's got the faintest idea about what's happened this morning." "He will have soon," I said. "That's why I threw him in the river. He's bound to go back to the house for a change of clothes, and he'll find the police waiting for him there." "That'll be just right," observed Tommy complacently. "There's nothing so good as a little excitement to stop one from catching cold." "Except lunch," I added, as the taxi rounded the corner of Piccadilly and drew up outside the Café Royal. What the manager of that renowned restaurant must have thought of us, I find it rather difficult to guess. It is not often, I should imagine, that two untidy mud-stained men and a beautiful girl turn up at four o'clock in the afternoon and demand the best meal that London can provide. Fortunately, however, he proved to be a gentleman of philosophy and resource. He accepted our request with perfect composure, and by the time we had succeeded in making ourselves passably respectable he presented us with a menu that deserved to be set to music.