Produced by Al Haines ANTHONY LYVEDEN BY DORNFORD YATES WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED LONDON AND MELBOURNE Library Editions of "Anthony Lyveden" First Published . . 1921 Reprinted . . . . 1922 Reprinted . . . . 1923 Reprinted . . . . 1925 Reprinted . . . . 1928 Reprinted . . . . 1929 Reprinted . . . . 1932 Reprinted . . . . 1935 Reprinted . . . . 1939 Reprinted . . . . 1942 Reprinted . . . . 1943 Reprinted . . . . 1944 Reprinted . . . . 1945 MADE IN ENGLAND Printed in Great Britain by Butler & Tanner Ltd., Frome and London TO ELM TREE ROAD whose high walls, if they could talk, would tell so many pretty tales. CONTENTS CHAP. I THE WAY OF A MAN II THE WAY OF A MAID III THE VOICE OF THE TURTLE IV THE GOLDEN BOWL V AN HIGH LOOK AND A PROUD HEART VI THE COMFORT OF APPLES VII NEHUSHTAN VIII THE POWER OF THE DOG IX VANITY OF VANITIES CHAPTER I THE WAY OF A MAN Major Anthony Lyveden, D.S.O., was waiting. For the second time in three minutes he glanced anxiously at his wrist and then thrust his hand impatiently into a pocket. When you have worn a wristwatch constantly for nearly six years, Time alone can accustom you to its absence. And at the present moment Major Lyveden's watch was being fitted with a new strap. The pawnbroker to whom he had sold it that morning for twenty-two shillings was no fool. The ex-officer walked slowly on, glancing into the windows of shops. He wanted to know the time badly. Amid the shifting press of foot-passengers a little white dog stuck to his heels resolutely. The sudden sight of a clock-maker's on the opposite side of the thoroughfare proved magnetic. Pausing on the kerb to pick up the Sealyham, Lyveden crossed the street without more ado.... Twenty-one minutes past three. Slowly he put down the terrier and turned eastward. It was clear that he was expecting something or somebody. It was a hot June day, and out of the welter of din and rumble the cool plash of falling water came to his straining ears refreshingly. At once he considered the dog and, thankful for the distraction, stepped beneath the portico of a provision store and indicated the marble basin with a gesture of invitation. "Have a drink, old chap," he said kindly. "Look. Nice cool water for Patch." And, with that, he stooped and dabbled his fingers in the pool. Thus encouraged the little white dog advanced and lapped gratefully.... "Derby Result! Derby Result!" The hoarse cry rang out above the metallic roar of the traffic. Lyveden caught his breath sharply and then stepped out of the shelter of the portico on to the crowded pavement. He was able to buy a paper almost immediately. Eagerly he turned it about, to read the blurred words....