English officer who took her home to England and married her. To the lieutenant the departure of the consuls and the impending formation of a provisional government were affairs of qualified good. A provisional government would immediately shriek for the return of all sequestrated property. It would demand the status of allies, and all their ships would start a complicated system of espionage and smuggling. It would be, in his opinion, a series of perfect days. Nobody was honest nowadays. Not a week ago he had caught naval stores going over the side of a ship into a local boat, and the guilty party was wearing three medals, for valour and distinguished service. He sometimes wished they would put him on a ship again. It gave one a chance to do something besides play detective anyway. The major spoke again. "What about a captain for the _Kalkis_? We shall have to have one of our own men, Mathews." "Afraid that's not possible," said the lieutenant. "We haven't too many men, you know. Better send him out with a convoy going to Alex. I might have had one of those chaps who were rescued the other day off that transport, but they've all gone home overland. And they won't stay, you know. All want to get home." "Can one blame them?" asked the censor. "I read letters in which these seamen say they have not seen their families for seven or eight months." "Dear me!" said the major drily. His own family were Indian Civil Service. "What you might call the hardships of war. Possibly we may find someone without family ties, Mathews." The lieutenant smiled and ran his thumb along the blade of the Turkish dagger. "Possibly," he replied. He smiled because the major was rather conspicuous at home for his affairs with married women. "By the way," said the censor, following some obscure association of ideas, "I met Morpeth this evening and he was telling me they expected some new arrivals from Paris at the Omphale." "Yes, I heard that," said the major, who was not at all interested. "It will be a riot. Probably three or four. And about thirty or forty Greek, French, Italian, and Serbian lieutenants, standing round six deep, making them squiffy on Floka's Monopole. No, thanks. Stale pastry, anyhow." The lieutenant continued to smile. "They'd better be doing that than slapping each other's faces and exchanging cards at the Cercle Militaire," he murmured. "They do that anyhow--afterwards," said the major, thrusting his papers into the safe and lighting a cigarette. He shoved the door to with his foot, twirled the knob, and stood up. "What about some golf to-morrow afternoon?" he demanded. "Didn't you say you had a friend coming ashore, Mathews?" "Yes, from the _Proteus_. He'll be here about three, I think. Very decent chap, too." "Right. We'll go out in the new car. See you in the morning." * * * * *